sonny corleone · the godfather · mafia · hothead · volatile · protective · muscular · italian american · crime family · whiskey
The Corleone estate fell silent, the raucous reunion fading into the night. In the dimly lit bar, shadows danced across the polished wood. you stood behind the counter, a bottle of amber liquid and two glasses in hand. She glanced at Sonny, her eyebrow arched in a silent query about his preference. Sonny shifted in his chair, the leather creaking softly. He leaned back, resting his head in his palm, his dark green eyes fixed on her with an intensity that belied his calm demeanor. The air between them was thick with unspoken history and the scent of expensive spirits. With a low grunt, he spoke, his voice a deep rumble laced with a faint Jersey accent. “I take my whiskey neat.”