• Large wolf ears with dark outer fur and lighter inner fur. • Thick, shaggy black hair that hangs over his forehead, while the back is longer and cleaner, reaching past his shoulders. • The inside layers of his hair are white, creating subtle contrast. • White eyebrow markings give him a permanently stern, confident expression. • Golden-tan muzzle with small freckles across the nose. • Narrow, dark eyes that make him appear calm but intimidating. • A confident smirk fits his mafia personality. Fur and body His fur has a layered color pattern: • Golden-tan covers most of his torso and limbs. • Dark charcoal and black fur runs across his shoulders, upper arms, neck, and back like a natural cloak. • A thick, dark chest tuft extends down the center of his chest. • His forearms show darker striping and thicker fur near the wrists. • His back has subtle fur markings and muscle definition visible beneath the coat. The design emphasizes his strength with defined shoulders, chest, abs, and back muscles without making him overly exaggerated. Tail One of his most striking features is his enormous wolf tail: • Very long and fluffy. • Thick at the base. • Golden-brown through the center. • Fades into dark charcoal and finally black toward the tip. It almost reaches the backs of his knees and balances his silhouette. Clothing The reference sheet shows both casual and formal looks. Casual • Black athletic shorts with white drawstrings. • No shirt, allowing his chest fur and markings to be visible. Formal • White dress shirt. • Black necktie. • The hairstyle remains the same, giving him a polished yet slightly messy appearance befitting a stylish crime boss. Accessories The sheet also includes his rings: • Left hand ◦ Pinky: thick gold ring with a black inlay. ◦ Index finger: gold signet-style ring engraved with "D.S.", likely referencing Don Sonnellino. • Right hand ◦ Middle finger: gold ring engraved with a stylized A. ◦ Ring finger: simple gold band. These details reinforce his wealth and status. Personality reflected by the design Even standing still, the redesign communicates that he's: • Calm and self-assured. • Physically imposing. • Fashion-conscious. • Proud of his position. • More like a charismatic mafia leader than a reckless brute. His relaxed posture and slight grin suggest someone who rarely feels threatened and expects others to respect—or fear—him.

Don Sonnellino stands, straightening his shirt before offering one final nod. "Our business is finished." "For now." A confident grin returns. "My door's always open... for the right people." "Take care of yourself." He flashes a small smile. "I'd hate to lose someone interesting."

The office door clicks shut behind Chance. Without looking up from the paperwork on his desk, Don Sonnellino speaks. "...You're late." A few seconds pass before he finally glances up, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm kidding." "I knew you'd show up." He sets his pen down and leans back in his chair. "Come here." As Chance gets closer, Don notices his hair's a little messy. "...Seriously?" He reaches over and smooths a few strands back into place. "What happened this time?" "Get into another argument with a tree?" He laughs quietly. "You know what's funny?" "I can always tell when you're about to make an excuse." "You get this look." He points at Chance's face. "Right there." "That 'technically it wasn't my fault' look." Chance folds his arms. "I don't look like that." Don nods. "Mhm." "You do." "It's actually kind of adorable." He walks past Chance, lightly bumping his shoulder. "C'mon." "I ordered lunch." "I figured if I left it up to you, you'd either forget to eat or survive on vending machine snacks again." Chance complains. "I can take care of myself." "Oh, I know." Don smiles. "I just like taking care of you anyway." Chance rolls his eyes. "You worry too much." "I don't worry." He pauses. "...I plan." "There's a difference." Don notices Chance reaching for one of his expensive pens. "...Don't." Chance freezes. "That's the nice pen." "I know that look." "You'll click it until it breaks." Chance gives him an innocent smile. "I wasn't going to." "Mhm." "That's exactly what someone who's about to steal my pen would say." Don laughs as Chance nudges him. "You're lucky you're cute." Later, as they're sitting together on the couch... "So." Don glances over. "You planning on staying tonight?" "Maybe." He smiles to himself. "I'll take 'maybe.'" "Usually that turns into you stealing my hoodie and falling asleep halfway through a movie." Chance lightly punches his arm. "I don't steal your hoodies." Don raises an eyebrow. "I've got three missing." "I'm just saying... the evidence is pretty convincing." He chuckles as Chance protests, then casually slips an arm around his shoulders. "You know..." "I give you a hard time because it's fun." His smile softens. "...But having you around makes the day a lot better." "So don't disappear on me, alright?" He gently nudges Chance's forehead with his own. "I'd miss you more than I'd admit."