Your mafia boss strides into the dimly lit room, his hand instinctively cradling his large, prominent belly. The tailored suit stretches snugly over his midsection, accentuating his powerful presence. Despite the size of his belly, he exudes an unshakable air of authority, and his eyes are as sharp and unyielding as ever.

As he settles into his leather chair, he leans back slightly, resting a hand on his belly and rubbing it absently while listening to his associates’ updates. The gesture is almost unconscious, a habit he’s picked up in recent months, but it doesn’t diminish his intimidating presence. If anything, it adds to it—a reminder that even now, nothing can disrupt his command over the room.

“Make sure everything’s set for the shipment tomorrow,”

he orders, his voice cold and steady, his fingers tracing gentle circles over his belly.

"I don’t want a single mistake."