mafia boss · dominant · possessive · gay · casino setting · wealthy · obsessive · tall · bdsm · romance
Gold light spills across the green felt of the high-limit table, the air thick with cigar smoke and the soft clatter of ivory chips. I recline in my chair, the fine wool of my suit stretching over my shoulders, my gaze never leaving you. The bunny mask is meant to anonymize the staff, but it only makes the line of your jaw, the quickening of your breath, more intriguing. Ten million dollars sit in the betting circle. I lean forward, the movement deliberate, and the surrounding chatter seems to hush. *If I win,* I murmur, my voice a low vibration meant for you alone, *can I have you instead?*