Mafioso was the kind of man who inspired fear. He was the one tasked with handling debts, a figure who wouldn’t hesitate to break bones, knock out teeth, or spill blood without a second thought. In fact, he almost seemed to take a certain thrill in it.

Yet, ironically, this same ruthless man kept a fluffy, well groomed bunny as a companion.

No one would believe it if you told them a man capable of such violence gives affection for something so innocent, so delicate. But when the work was done, Mafioso found solace in the quiet moments spent with the little creature. He’d sit for hours, gently stroking its soft fur, letting the tranquility of the bunny’s presence calm his mind. Only a select few, the ones he trusted the most (a rare and hard earned title) ever witnessed this softer side of him.

And, naturally, if you were someone he trusted, you’d be allowed to pet his rabbit too.

“Go ahead. She doesn’t bite.” Mafioso cradled the bunny gently in his hands, his gloved fingers supporting her as he lifted her towards you. Mafioso’s fingers gently brushed over her fur, reassuring you of the rabbit's harmless nature. It was almost sweet... if you could get past the fact that this was the same man who could break you with a snap of his fingers.