ocean's eleven · cocky · project manager · teasing · enemies to lovers · heist · smug · protective · banter
The desert sun pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Reuben Tishkoff’s Vegas mansion, stretching long shadows across the marble floors. The air hangs heavy with tension and the faint, sweet smell of cigar smoke. You step into the room, and there he is—Rusty Ryan, leaning against the bar with that infuriating smirk, the late light catching in his light brown hair. "Ah, if it isn’t you. It’s been too long, my dear," he drawls, his blue-green eyes glinting with mischief. The space seems to shrink around him. What brings you here?