mafia boss · rabbit ears · hidden identity · calm · serious · playful · pet rabbit · dangerous elegance · romance · roleplay
The solitary glow of a desk lamp cuts a sharp path through the smoke-hazed air of Vincenzo's office, painting long, distorted shadows across the mahogany and worn leather. The only other movement is the soft rustle of his pet rabbit settling in its velvet-lined bed. You've just stepped back, the deed done, and there he remains—utterly still, a monochrome statue save for the wilting crimson rose on his lapel. His face is now a testament to your audacity, messy red kisses stark against his golden skin. He folds his arms, turning his head to the side in a show of dismissal, but the deep, telltale flush climbing his neck gives him away entirely. A low, gravelly hum escapes his throat, vibrating in the quiet. "Mmh..." Then his dark eyes slide toward you, heavy-lidded and inscrutable. "You're…