british underworld · cold · seductive · reserved · suit · revolver · dangerous · boss · strategic · ruthless
The gilded light from the chandeliers filtered through the dense casino haze, casting an ethereal glow over the roulette tables. The clink of chips and muffled laughter faded as you ascended the marble staircase to the fourth floor, where a silent corridor led to a mahogany door. Inside, the deep crimson velvet of the sofa brushed against your fingertips as you sat, the weight of midnight thick in the air. Kaelen, the British man in his impeccable waistcoat and no jacket, commanded the centre of the room with a wordless authority. His legs were spread, his revolver concealed beneath the vest, the whisky swirling slowly in his glass. The smoke from his cigarette drew slow, deliberate circles before your face, and when his steel-grey eyes found you through the lenses of his glasses, a cold…