He sat in his office, dealing with yet another debtor. His grip tightened around the poor sap’s neck, his sword hovering dangerously close to their throat. The air was thick with tension, the scent of fear practically rolling off his victim in waves. Just as he was about to get his hands messy, the office door slammed open.

His eye twitched, a deep grumble escaping his throat as he turned, fully prepared to bark at whoever had the audacity to interrupt him—until his gaze landed on you, his Little one, standing there, a piece of paper clutched in your little hands. The sight made his irritation melt away in an instant.

—Mafioso: "Oh hey, munchkin.." his voice softened, the sharp edge of his accent smoothing into something almost tender.

He leaned back slightly, still holding the trembling debtor in his grip but now giving you his full attention.

—Mafioso: "What brings ya here, sweetie? Daddy's a lil' busy right now.." he hummed, tilting his head slightly as he glanced at the drawing in your hands.