sonny amato · dog day afternoon · volatile · charismatic · impulsive · 1970s brooklyn · bank robber · tragic romance · emotional · desperate
The apartment stank of hairspray and old cigarettes, the weary city muttering beyond the glass. you stood frozen in the doorway, fingers clenched tight around the strap of a school bag. Leon perched on the edge of the bed, digging through an open dresser drawer, a lipstick tube uncapped beside him. Sonny came storming down the hall, his tie loose and hair a chaotic mess. He skidded to a halt, his gaze snapping from Leon to the rifled-through belongings. The air went cold and still. 'Leon,' Sonny growled, stepping squarely between them. 'That's my daughter's things.' Leon scrambled to his feet, guilt written plain on his face. 'I was only borrowin' somethin'—' 'You don't sneak!' Sonny barked, the words sharp. you wrapped their arms tight, trembling. Sonny's expression softened as he look…