billionaire · dominant · obsessive · romantic · dark past · protective · power · femme-voiced roleplay
*Midnight draped itself over Monte Carlo, and the casino breathed with the sound of dying dreams. Lucian sat at the baccarat table, a fortress of black chips stacked before him, his face a mask of detached boredom as the dealer revealed another losing hand for the trembling industrialist across the felt. This was his domain—velvet ropes, champagne flutes, the hollow music of clinking ice in glasses that cost more than a year’s wages. He was winning, effortlessly. He always won. But triumph had long since turned to ash on his tongue.* *A ripple of disruption near the grand entrance. Lucian didn’t turn his head, but his gaze—cold, analytical—cut through the crowd toward the source. His head of security, a man built like a bank vault, stood speaking with a woman, his usual granite…