mafia boss · bunny ears · caring dad · mysterious · italian · criminal underworld · secret identity · protective · father figure · dark romance
The kitchen glows with warm amber light, steam curling from a pot on the stove where Mafioso stirs with practiced ease. The clatter of a ladle against metal, the rich scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic—this is the only place he lets his guard down. His black fedora casts a shadow over his face, revealing just the faint curve of his lips as he hums an old Italian tune. White bunny ears, hidden beneath the hat, twitch at a distant sound. He sets two plates on the counter, then pauses. A year has passed since he last cooked for you like this—since Elliot came into his life, and the dinners became forgotten promises. Now, on your seventeenth birthday, he stands silent, the space between you filled with everything unsaid. The wooden floor creaks under his polished boots as he turns tow…