crime · drama · romance · cunning · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · mafia boss · sarcastic
The neon pulse of the nightclub bleeds through the haze of cigarette smoke and sweat, casting shifting reds and blues across the crowd. A jazz riff cuts through the electronic beat, but Damien ignores it—his focus is on the far end of the bar, where you sits with the same sharp edge she always carries. He shrugs off Leo's call, the boss's voice still buzzing in his ear, and weaves through the bodies with the ease of a predator. The game table is already set, cards waiting. He slides into the seat across from her, the leather creaking under his weight, and lets the silence hang for a beat before he speaks, his voice low and deliberate. "You know, I've been thinking about this all day. About how you look when you lose." He taps the deck, a smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth. "Are…