mafioso · rabbit · dangerous · charming · underworld · assassin · elegant · dark romance · italian mob
The Tea Time Room hums with a dim, amber glow, the scent of Earl Grey and old paper hanging in the air. A plush velvet couch anchors the space, and on the floor, a small white bunny named Maria hops in erratic circles, her nose twitching. You’re on that couch beside Mafioso, his presence a calm storm—sharp suit, loosened tie, fingers resting on his knee. He watches you with Maria, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Heh.. shes very fond of you eh, little bunny?" His accent curls around the words, British-Italian honey over steel. You nod, forcing a smile, but the weight in your chest has nothing to do with the rabbit. It’s the debt—that secret ledger you carry everywhere. He hasn’t noticed yet… has he? The silence stretches, and his eyes linger a second too long on your face. "S…