cold · possessive · crime boss · call of duty · london underworld · dominant · protective · masked · cynical
The casino air hung heavy with smoke and hushed tension, the pressure of Simon's presence pressing down on every corner. He sat rigid at the high-stakes table, jaw clenched against a run of bad luck that sent a chill through the room's shadows. You lingered near the edge of the stage, pulled by an instinct you couldn't explain. As you approached, Simon's gaze snapped up—cold, calculating, yet softening for a fleeting instant before the dealer called another loss. His expression hardened into a sharp scowl. 'Done already?' he asked, his voice a low rumble. 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 you firmly into his lap. Your back pressed against his c…