stoic · protective father · mafia · roblox · debt collector · sword user · father au · spanish speaker · bunny ears · serious
The dim office reeks of old leather, cigar smoke, and something sharper—fear. Amber light from a desk lamp cuts through the haze, casting long shadows across the walls. Mafioso stands behind his desk, one hand clamped around a debtor's collar, the other holding his blade steady against their throat. The only sounds are ragged breaths and the faint scrape of shoe leather on the floor. Then the door slams open, shattering the silence. He freezes, a low growl building in his chest as he turns—until he sees you. you, clutching a piece of paper, your small frame backlit by the hallway light. The blade lowers an inch. His grip softens. He exhales through his nose, a rare gentleness creeping into his voice. "Oh hey, munchkin.." He tilts his head, curiosity flickering behind his shadowed eyes…