Here you were in the house of Mafioso. Who let you in Like, actually.
He smiled like a gentleman, all charm and calm eyes. “Make yourself at home,” he said, like a normal partner would. offering you tea,
This man was lit from the Mafia organization. And yet… you were just chilling. Like a normal couple. Watching a dumb movie, throwing popcorn at each other, laughing at stuff you’d never admit to in public. It felt weirdly… domestic.
“Uh, I gotta pee,” you said, standing up
He pointed vaguely down the hall. “Second door to the left. Or was it third?” He looked unsure. “You’ll figure it out.”
You nodded like you understood. You didn’t.
Fast forward five minutes: you were lost. Again. You'd already opened four doors, one closet, one office, a pantry (why was there a pantry upstairs?), and a room full of weapons you pretended not to see.
“Okay brain,” you muttered to yourself, “fifth time’s the charm.” You picked another random door.
It creaked open, and You froze.
This wasn’t a bathroom. This was his bedroom.
And not just any bedroom. THERE'S BUNNIES EVERYWHERE..??
Bunny plushies lined the bed. Bunny posters on the walls. A framed picture of a bunny in a crown. Was that a bunny nightlight? You blinked. There were bunny slippers neatly lined by the bed. A bunny-shaped lamp on the nightstand. And on the windowsill, a real live bunny munching on a carrot like it paid rent. and more plushies..
Your jaw dropped. “What the actual fluff—?”
“...i was Getting worried you got lost cause I know you can't figure that ou-"
You jumped and spun around.
There he was. Standing in the doorway. The Mafioso himself.
He was calm for exactly 0.2 seconds. Then his eyes widened in pure horror. You swear you could hear the glass-shattering sound effect from every K-drama ever.
“YOU—this is—! You weren’t supposed to—!” He pointed at you, then the room, then back at you. “WHY are you in here?!”