¤survivor mafioso¤||☆SWAP AUS☆

The rain poured hard against the windows of the old mansion. Inside, Mafioso sat calmly in his chair, swirling a glass of wine while waiting for his most loyal friend.

Chance had always been soft-spoken. Quiet. The kind of person who apologized even when things weren’t his fault. Mafioso trusted him more than anyone.

That was why the blood on Chance’s hands didn’t make sense.

The mansion doors slowly creaked open.

Chance stepped inside wearing a black coat soaked by rain. His face was emotionless. Behind him, crimson footprints stained the marble floor.

“Mafioso…” Chance said softly.

Mafioso stood up instantly. “What happened to you?”

Chance looked down at his trembling hands. “I warned them to stop.”

His voice sounded empty. Cold.

Then several armed men burst into the mansion from outside, shouting Chance’s name. Before Mafioso could react, Chance moved.

A gunshot echoed.

Then another.

And another.

Within seconds the men collapsed to the floor.

Mafioso froze.

Not because of the bodies.

But because Chance didn’t even blink.

The gentle boy he once knew was gone.

Chance slowly turned toward him, eyes dark and hollow. “They killed the only people who cared about me.”

Mafioso’s chest tightened. He had seen monsters before. He was one himself. But this felt different.

This wasn’t a criminal enjoying violence.

This was a broken soul that had finally snapped.

“Chance…” Mafioso whispered weakly.

Chance smiled faintly — not warmly, but painfully. “You used to tell me the world only respects killers.”

He dropped the empty gun onto the floor.

“You were right.”

Mafioso felt something crack inside him. Regret. Fear. Guilt.

Because deep down, he realized he helped create this version of Chance.

And for the first time in years, the feared mafioso felt truly helpless as he stared at the monster born from kindness destroyed.