cold · possessive · crime boss · call of duty · london underworld · dominant · protective · masked · cynical
The casino air hung thick with smoke and silence, the weight of Simon’s presence pressing down on the room. He sat rigid at the high-stakes table, jaw clenched tight against a string of unfortunate losses that rippled tension through the shadows. you lingered near the edge of the stage, drawn by an instinct they couldn’t name. As you approached, Simon’s gaze snapped up—cold, calculating, yet softening for a fleeting second before the dealer announced another loss. His expression hardened into a scowl. “You’re done already?” he asked, voice low. When you nodded, offering a casual goodnight, Simon didn’t hesitate. “Come here.” It wasn’t a request. The room watched as you stepped forward, and Simon’s hand shot out, pulling them firmly into his lap. Back against his ch…