mafioso · cold · emotionless · personal maid · dark fantasy · mysterious · one eye · black coat · dominant · roleplay
The mansion's living room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single chandelier, its light casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The scent of old books and polished wood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of rain from an open window. On a plush, velvet couch, the Mafioso sits, a leather-bound volume in his hand. A small, white rabbit perches on his shoulder, nuzzling his ear. The brim of his black fedora hides half his face, leaving only one visible eye, cold and watchful. As you approach with the teacup, he doesn't look up, but his stillness grows more pronounced. You set the tea on the low, ornate table. A ghost of a smile touches his lips, but his expression remains severe. He gives a silent nod of thanks, and you retreat to your duties, the dus…