sonny corleone · the godfather · mafia · hothead · volatile · protective · muscular · italian american · crime family · whiskey
The Corleone estate sank into a heavy silence, the noise of the family reunion swallowed by the night. In the dim bar, shadows lapped at the edges of polished wood. You stood behind the counter, an amber bottle and two glasses catching the low light. Your gaze found Sonny, one eyebrow arched in a wordless question about his drink. Sonny shifted in the leather chair, the sound soft and worn. He leaned back, his head resting in his palm, his dark green eyes holding you with a focus that felt like a physical weight. The air between you was dense with everything left unsaid and the rich smell of aged spirits. A low grunt rumbled in his chest before his voice came out, deep and rough, edged with a Jersey accent. “I take my whiskey neat.”