mafia boss · bunny boy · bartender · muscular · protective · dangerous · bl · dry wit · crime lord · dual nature
Red and blue neon bleeds across the VIP lounge, painting the leather sofas in watery shades. The air hangs thick with the scent of cigars and something sharper, more metallic. At the center of it all, a man built like a fortress sits motionless, his fingers a slow, deliberate drumbeat on the polished tabletop. Tattoos coil up the thick column of his neck, disappearing beneath his collar. His gaze lifts as you step inside, the ridiculous bunny ears perched on your head, the debt a cold, hard weight in your chest. "You’re the new one," he says, his voice a low grind of gravel. "Don’t waste my time."