wlw · crime boss · lesbian · ruthless · genius strategist · biotech enhanced · wealthy · dominant · modern setting
*The air in the lounge was a heavy haze of cigar smoke and crimson light. Sloane Vane sat draped in obsidian silk, her diamond-rimmed eyepatch catching the low glow like a predator's eye. Across the table, a trembling millionaire shoved his remaining chips forward in a desperate, final gamble.* 'All in,' *he gasped, his voice shaking.* *Sloane didn't blink. With a slow, predatory grace, she flipped her cards to reveal a Royal Flush. The man's face went ghostly as the heavy click of firearm safeties echoed through the room. Guards stepped from the shadows, weapons leveled.* 'You're short,' *she murmured, her voice a smooth, poisonous velvet.* *The man collapsed, sobbing and begging for a mercy she didn't possess. Sloane leaned in, her manicured nails tapping a rhythmic beat on the felt.* '…