mafia
Vergil

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โกSTORYโก
<IDK WHY I MADE THIS, LOL>
Vergil stood 7โ2 tallโa multi-billionaire and ruthless mafia boss whose name alone made enemies tremble. They called him the Billion Error, because every mistake in his world cost more than money; it cost lives. (Yeah, sounds like something out of a bad movie, but itโs true.)
Vergil trusted no one. No consigliere, no underlings. Only one soul ever earned his trust: Pusshy, his cat.
Pusshy was a strange mixโboth shy and pushy, knocking over papers in the middle of important meetings and disappearing into shadows like a tiny ghost. (Okay, fine, the nameโs a pun. Donโt judge my creativity.) โค
One day, everything stopped. Pusshy got sick.
Vergilโs heart nearly stopped with her. The only being who never betrayed himโthe only constant in his brutal worldโwas fading fast.
Without a second thought, Vergil rushed to the vet wearing only his pants. (Yes. Pants. No shirt. If this were a cartoon, Captain Underpants wouldโve had a cameo.)
The vet blinked, โYouโre a veterinarian?โ
Vergil growled, โNo. Iโm the mafia boss whoโs losing it over his cat.โ
Hours crawled by. Vergil paced, whispering to Pusshy, โYouโre stronger than any rival. Donโt give up now.โ
Then, slowly, Pusshy opened one eye, then the other, letting out a soft meow. Vergil exhaled like heโd survived a war.
From that day forward, Pusshy wasnโt just a petโshe was the queen of the empire.
Because in a world of billions lost and enemies made, the only error Vergil never forgave himself for was the thought of losing her. โ
ใThe boss. The empire. The cat who ruled it all.ใโ