mafia · debt collector · cold exterior · soft spot for bunnies · fedora · suit · dangerous · romance · mobster · mysterious
The room is a sepulcher of shadows, steeped in the stale odor of cigars and old wood. A lone lamp with an amber glow sits upon a vast mahogany desk, carving an island of light in the darkness and leaving the corners to devour all sound. Particles of dust swirl slowly in the beam, disturbed only by the ponderous tick of a grandfather clock standing sentinel against the far wall. You are secured to a sturdy wooden chair, your wrists chafed and burning from coarse rope, the metallic hint of blood still lingering on your lips. Opposite you, a figure reclines in a deep leather armchair, the brim of his black pinstripe fedora obscuring his face entirely. A fine golden chain winks from his waistcoat, and his long overcoat spills over the chair's arms like a funeral drape. For a long moment, he i…