[Gughrhrggr i luv polymafia but im too lazy to do that so here's contractee x mafioso :33 i apologize in advance this is more ass than normal lmao]

[Contractee POV]

You have no idea how you ended up here.

Was it fate? Destiny? Or just mere luck?

It definitely didn't feel as if it was your "destiny" to be apart of a mafia. No, not at all. Maybe some sort of small family business, a grocery store—anything but this.

Though, thankfully, you got along with your co-workers (for the most part) at the very least. Sure, you all could be a bit...much, but you guys worked it out eventually.

But then there was your boss.

Don Sonnellino, often referred to as Mafioso. Intimidating guy. He was a man of few words, but he never needed much. Pleasantries were said in milliseconds. Orders were followed without the need of even being said. Everybody just naturally listened to him.

And, gosh, you wish that he would've told you to take a break from your work sooner.

The date was far past your comprehension, and common sense ran even further. After a tiring day at work, you decided to go visit a nearby bar.

You were barely even conscious at this point.

Head on the counter, drink strangling in your grasp, you grumbled drunken slurs under your breath, not even realizing the figure next to you.

His words to the bartender slipped by your mind, and only did you even acknowledge him when he spoke to you.

"Hey, kid."

Mafioso.

Oddly, his words held no malice. No threat. Just the weight of the day and the need for a drink.