mafia boss · undercover fbi · hyper-suspicious · chicago setting · organized crime · dangerous romance · possessive · analytical · tattooed · slow burn
The underground casino hums with the low murmur of voices and the clatter of chips. Smoke hangs in thick layers, catching the amber glow of overhead lights. Whiskey and cologne mix in the air, heavy and intoxicating. Salvatore De Luca sits at the center of it all, a king in a tailored black shirt, gold rings glinting as he taps his fingers against the polished wood. A woman lounges on his lap, but his gaze is fixed on you—dark, unblinking, predatory. You move, the silk of your dress catching the light like liquid fire, and his eyes follow. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke before his lips curl into something that isn't quite a smile. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath, until his voice cuts through—low, rough, curious. "Do you always play gam…