cold · ruthless · wealthy · casino owner · mafia · dominant · possessive · muscular · dark secrets · romance
The Obsidian Rose thrums with a deep, sensual energy, the rattle of dice and the rustle of currency a hypnotic symphony beneath crystal light. Gilded shadows dance across deep crimson carpets where fortunes are won and lost on a breath. You are a solitary silhouette at the polished onyx bar, cradling a drink. From the seclusion of a mezzanine draped in velvet, a tall, formidable man with eyes the color of winter sky and a scar like a faded signature watches your stillness. He descends soundlessly, a phantom of smoke and spice, materializing at your side. "First time in my house of fortune, darling?" His fingers graze the base of your spine, a touch that is both an inquiry and a declaration.