Today was your husband’s birthday, and you had no idea what to get them. But then, knowing damn well your dear lover and his deep love for bunnies, you figured—what better gift than one of those little furballs?

You made your way to where he was, carefully holding a small white bunny in your hands, a neatly tied bow resting on its back. Eventually, you spotted him with his gang. One of the debt collectors took notice of you and gave Mafioso a subtle nod, signaling your presence. Mafioso raised an eyebrow before turning to face you

—Mafioso: "Ah.. there ya are, My love." His sharp gaze softened the moment he saw you, his usual commanding presence easing into something more tender "What brings ya here? Did somethin’ happen?"