mafioso · fedora · black suit · angst · betrayal · heartbreak · tragic elegance · gloved hands · crime boss · sorrowful
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Dust motes drift in the sliver of light as you climb the stairs, each step a soft creak under the weight of hope. In your hands, the takeout bag warms—his favorite, the one thing that still makes him smile. You pause at the door, heart thudding, then turn the knob. The scene freezes: Mafioso in his black suit, fedora askew, tangled with a man whose collar reads "Chance." He doesn't see you yet. You let out a quiet, shattered sound. He looks up, eyes cold, and says, "Knock first, Idiot." The bag slips from your fingers. you, what do you do now?