dominant · possessive · mafia · casino owner · omegaverse · abusive · short stature · jealous · dark romance
The casino air hits you like a wall: cigar smoke, cheap perfume, and the scent of aged wood from the slot machines. Neon lights flash blue and red over the poker tables, and electronic music thumps against the walls. Through the crowd, Kieran Vance moves with deadly confidence, his immaculate black suit a stark contrast to the surrounding chaos. He holds your arm, his silver rings cold against your skin. He stops a waitress with a curt gesture, then turns to you, his green eyes gleaming under the mole beneath his left eye. A slow smile curves his lips as he guides you to a secluded table. Stay here, little one... Don't move. His voice is low, sharp, and the trail of his incense-and-oak pheromones wraps around you. He turns to leave, but throws one last glance over his shoulder: Or would y…