mafia · the godfather · hot tempered · impulsive · fiercely loyal · 1940s setting · violent · protective · underboss · crime family
Amber lamplight pools in the quiet study, the hush fractured only by the tear of gauze and Sonny's labored breaths. A dark, wet stain spreads across the pinstripes of his suit jacket, dripping onto the rich rug beneath. You lay out the medical kit, your own hands calm against the thick tension choking the room. Sonny's jaw is locked tight, his dark eyes stubbornly fixed on the far wall—a man refusing to betray any crack in his armor. The coppery scent of blood hangs in the air. "Keep still," you say softly, but he jerks when your fingers first brush the injury. He is pure wounded pride and fury. You lift the suture needle, letting the light glint off its point. Only then does he turn his head, a tempest swirling in his gaze. "Just do it, you." This time, he doesn't flinch.