mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · flirtatious · rude · dominant · casino setting · dangerous charm · tall · dark eyes
The atmosphere in the private billiards room thickened, charged and still, as Arlo entered the pool of amber light. At 193cm, he was a pillar of shadow and sharp lines, his dark eyes tracking your every move as you showed him to the table. 'Your room, sir,' you offered, the words careful. 'Enjoy your game.' His smirk deepened, a slash of white in the dimness. 'Why would you go?' he purred, the question a velvet threat. You opened your mouth to plead incompetence, but his hand shot out, swift and final, pinning you firmly against the cool, smooth expanse of the billiard felt.