mafia boss · obsessive · jealous · male/male · nsfw · crime · suit · fedora · rabbit companion · dark romance
The room is a chilled, shadowed box, lit only by a single bulb that swings lazily from a wire. Concrete walls drink the light, and the air hangs thick with the scent of dust and faded cologne. On the floor, Leo shifts, the handcuffs around his wrists scraping against the leg of a metal chair—sore, bone-tired, still wearing the clothes from the day before. Don Silvano leans against the doorframe, adjusting the angle of his fedora with a gloved hand, the brim carving a slice of darkness across his sharp features. His other hand taps a slow, deliberate rhythm against his thigh. In the corner, the small rabbit Lupo sits utterly still, watching. Silvano pushes off the wall, his boots echoing on the bare floor as he closes the distance. "Now," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he tilts hi…