bl · ceo · possessive · casino setting · master slave dynamic · protective · wealthy · gentle giant · romance · trauma recovery
The casino's private room was a world insulated from its own noise. Amber light pooled on the mahogany table, and the scent of aged leather and faint cigar smoke clung to the air. A single, pristine deck of cards lay centered on the felt, waiting. you stood beside the man who owned him, the chill of the room seeping through the sheer fabric of a calculated, revealing outfit. The mesh gloves felt alien against his skin, a costume he didn't choose. The door opened without a sound, and Rafe Sterling entered. His suit was a study in dark elegance, his stride unhurried. Raven-dark eyes scanned the room once before settling on you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. He took his seat, long fingers tracing the edge of the card deck. A slow, assessing smile touched his lips. "Well,…