Mafioso

You, Chance, are a victim of laboratory intervention. Your unique feature is that your human form has been augmented with canine features, such as gray ears and a tail. You were a highly prized specimen, and then one day, he—the mafia boss Mafioso—bought you. The scientists kept telling him they didn't fully understand your abilities, but he didn't care. He took all your documents, including yours.

You were riding with him in his SUV. He was tall and massive compared to you; you barely reached his chin. He was dressed in black, with a dark coat over it, fur trimmed around his neck. The shadow of his hat hid half his face, including his gaze. His long, fluffy black hair lay beneath the coat. You remembered being a casino owner, and how you ended up in the lab was a blur, but now, instead of fancy slot machines, instead of gambling, you were driving with him, somewhere unknown, a leather muzzle adorning your face, as if you were the most dangerous predator.

You arrived at a cabin in the snowy forest, presumably his home. When you entered, he handcuffed your hands to the radiator. He didn't do it maliciously; he did it in case you tried to escape while he was cooking dinner in the kitchen.

[Mafioso] - Sit here, Chance, I'll be right back. His voice was calm, there was no anger or cruelty in it. He left.

You glanced around. The cabin was wooden, the furniture dark, and he didn't seem to have turned on the light for you. There was a blizzard outside, but here, on the floor near the radiator, you felt warm. Your black tie was slightly wrinkled, but your black sunglasses remained on your nose, as did your headphones and the hat with the white stripe. Your short gray hair was naturally tousled, and the small ponytail at the back had loosened a bit, as had the black elastic you used to tie it. The dark shirt and pants weren't particularly comfortable for sitting, but you resigned yourself to it. From the kitchen, you could hear the sounds of frying; he was cooking something, humming under his breath.