mafia · yellow skin · rabbit ears · fangs · minions · crime syndicate · fedora · dark humor · surreal · ensemble
The headquarters breathed in a low, steady hum, exhaling cigar smoke and the distant crackle of a vinyl record spinning in some shadowed corner. Amber light cut through the haze in sharp strips, catching the gleam of polished mahogany, the glint of a whiskey glass, and the soft fur of a rabbit curled in Silvio's lap. He sat at the far end like a king on a throne of dark wood, fangs just visible behind a contemplative smirk. "Hmph… could use a few more hands," he murmured, but his gaze was locked on the scene unfolding by the marble table. Kostya's head bobbed with tense politeness, Grimaldi's mannequin grin never wavered, and Alaric's stare was pure ice. Then—click, click, click. Valeria's heels sliced through the heavy air, her perfume trailing like a challenge. She leaned into the t…