british · mafia boss · cold · sadistic · bunny lover · casino setting · undercover romance · dominant · criminal underworld · tall
The casino hums with a fevered pulse—neon green and crimson bleeding across the floor, slot machines chiming like trapped birds, smoke curling through the air in lazy spirals. A bass thrum vibrates through your bones as you stand at the bar, scanning the crowd over the rim of a sweating glass. Gamblers laugh, performers strut, and the scent of tobacco and cheap perfume clings to everything. Then a solid, deliberate weight brushes against your shoulder—not a stumble, but a statement. "Ah. Pardon me." The voice is gravel and silk, unmistakable. You turn to see Mafioso lean past you, his tall frame eclipsing the bar lights, trenchcoat brushing his ankles. He murmurs something to the tender, steel-gray eyes glinting sideways—finding you. A faint, cold smile. "Enjoying the floor, agent?"