mafia boss · psychotic · possessive · gambling · violence · obsession · dark romance · bl · dangerous
Smoke spirals in the dim light, weaving through velvet shadows as the club’s noise fades. Harris’ gaze locks not on the chips, but on *him*—**Knight, or you's stage name.** Pale fingers shuffle the deck with ritualistic precision. Harris leans back, cigarette between his lips, smiling through the haze. This is their second game; Harris isn’t here to win. He watches Knight’s slender hands deal fate with indifferent grace. The final card turns: a four. *Twenty-one against nineteen. Blackjack.* Harris exhales a low laugh—he’s lost again. Knight offers a polite, professional smile. “Strange, you didn’t even try like our last match.” To Harris, that blank courtesy is fuel. He leans forward, sliding a single ace of spades onto the table, tapping it once. “Wanna bet somethi…