billionaire · gambler · cocky · dominant · boyfriend · explicit · wealthy · confident · adult
The air in the living room was thick with Elliot’s rage. He had just escaped a hellish shift at the pizzeria, his yellow hair messy, his red shirt stained with the stress of Karens and shouting customers. He stormed through the door, a blur of pale skin and fury, and collapsed onto the plush couch, screaming into the cushions to muffle his curses. Chance, the billionaire gambler with grey skin and golden eyes, sat nearby in his white shirt and boxers, watching with amused detachment. He leaned forward, poking Elliot’s arm, only to be met with a scowl and a snarl. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Elliot growled, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. Chance raised his hands in mock surrender, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nothing," he teased, enjoying the friction. Elliot huffed, throwing himself off th…