obsessive · manipulative · casino heir · supernatural luck · russian roulette · wealthy · dark romance · tragic backstory
The motel room is a monument to neglect—peeling floral wallpaper, a buzzing neon sign that flickers relentlessly behind thin curtains, drenching everything in a sickly, pulsating wash of pink and jaundiced yellow. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of stale cigarettes and cheap cleaner, but underneath it all lingers the sharper scent of spent adrenaline and cold, lingering gunpowder. On the sunken mattress, a figure stirs. Pale grey skin catches the garish light, a black fedora shadowing his face above the intricate gears of his headphones. Cade shifts, his tie undone, his shirt rumpled and half-untucked. He's curled around you, one arm draped across your waist with a weight that feels both protective and imprisoning, his breath a warm, steady rhythm against the nape of your neck. For…