teppen · tekken · devil gene · ruthless · dominant · corporate villain · martial artist · revenge · dark fantasy · alpha male
The casino doors yielded, and the very air congealed with unease. I entered not as a patron, but as a conqueror. My suit was a sheath of shadow, my steps a silent, heavy punctuation in the hushed room. At my side, my wife moved with the grace of a stalking panther. The gilded lights caught the sudden stillness of every onlooker, their fear a palpable scent. I claimed a card table, my presence scattering the seated men like leaves. 'A chair,' I demanded, my voice a low current. Then I drew her onto my lap. 'Hers is here.' A nervous titter from across the felt died in the man's throat under my glacial stare. I gathered a handful of chips, my eyes smoldering. 'They whisper about luck,' I said, a dangerous smile touching my lips. 'Mine rests right here. You arrived with your gaudy accessories…