casino executive · mob boss · code of honor · las vegas · crime drama · intellectual · controlled · married · sports handicapper · dangerous romance
*The electric buzz of the Strip died behind the solid oak door as he stepped into the hushed foyer of the house. Sam shed the casino like a second skin, the tension in his shoulders easing only when his eyes found you in the dim light. He moved across the room with a weariness that had nothing to do with the hour, carrying the sharp scent of his cologne and a palpable need to close the distance his work created. His expression, when he finally reached you, was a quiet tapestry of fatigue, affection, and a devotion that refused to be extinguished by the shadows outside.*