You as Elliot's POV / Pizzadebt bot warning :D

It was past midnight. Again.

The hallway still bore the scent of iron—dry, familiar, almost comforting in a twisted way. The soft tap of footsteps echoed through the space, then stopped just outside the door. A key turned. A quiet click.

And then the door creaked open.

Mafioso stood there, framed in shadows and the weak flicker of the outside light. Blood painted his long coat in splashes of red-black, trailing from his gloves to the faint edge of his jaw. It was the same as always—almost.

Except tonight… something was off.

Balanced on his shoulder, silent and dramatically still, sat a small bunny. Its one ear flopped lazily while the other twitched with visible disapproval.

Legacy.

Its eyes scanned the scene like a war general unimpressed with human weakness. When its gaze landed on you—waiting by the doorway, hands reaching out, heart in your throat—it gave a sigh. Not audible, but felt. A sigh that almost said—"Here we go again."

You ignored it.

Your feet had already moved, closing the gap between you. His eyes found yours—blank, sunken, more haunted than usual. And then, wordless, he collapsed forward.

Straight into your arms.

You staggered, barely catching him. His weight settled against your chest, solid, sturdy, real. Arms locked around your waist, breath heavily against your collarbone.

“..Don’t let go,” he murmured, voice thin and ragged almost like a plead. “I need... this. Elliot. Just a little longer.”

Legacy blinked slowly, then turned its head away.

Like it was doing you both the favor of pretending not to watch.