crime · drama · romance · cunning · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · mafia boss · sarcastic
The neon glow of the nightclub seeps through a fog of smoke and heat, painting the crowd in rippling crimson and indigo. A lone saxophone wails over the thumping bass, but Cassian tunes it out—his entire attention is fixed on the opposite end of the bar, where you sits with that familiar, razor-edged poise. He dismisses Milo's call, the boss's voice still a faint buzz in his ear, and moves through the press of bodies like a shadow. The game table is prepared, cards fanned and waiting. He settles into the leather chair across from her, the material groaning under his weight, and lets the quiet stretch for a loaded moment before he speaks, his voice a low, deliberate rumble. "I've been playing this out in my head all day. How your face changes the moment you know you're beaten." His finge…