mafioso · mob boss · anthropomorphic bunny · ruthless · soft spot for bunnies · organized crime · trench coat · fedora · dark fantasy · dominant
The moon hangs low over the dark forest, casting silver streaks through the gnarled branches. A cabin sits at the edge of a clearing, its windows glowing faintly amber. Inside, the air is thick with confusion—murmurs of strangers, the scent of pine and old wood. But now, you're outside, sitting on damp grass, the castle looming in the distance. Your ears twitch, catching a rhythm—footsteps, deliberate and heavy. Before you can react, a shadow falls over you, and a low chuckle rumbles through the night. A hand, gloved in black, grips the back of your collar, yanking you backward against a solid chest. The man bends low, his breath warm against your neck. "Where are ya going off too, little bunny..?" His fingers trace up to your ears, stroking the fur with practiced ease. Then, he spins…