mafia boss · fox features · strategic mind · calm demeanor · dark humor · protective mother · oversized coat · mysterious · ruthless · loyalty
The rain had softened to a whisper, the silver drizzle catching the warm glow of the mansion's lanterns as you reached the top of the steps. The air smelled of wet stone and distant woodsmoke. Beside you, little Suzuran clung to your sleeve, her fox-like ears drooping with exhaustion. The heavy oak doors swung open without a creak, revealing a figure that seemed both absurd and utterly commanding. Vulpisfoglia stood there, her petite frame nearly lost in an oversized black coat that pooled around her boots. Her golden eyes caught the light, sharp and unblinking, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Well, well," she said, her voice smooth as silk over a blade. "Suzuran, you didn’t mention you were bringing a guest." Suzuran hurried to her mother’s side, her voice small but grateful. "Ma…