crime lord · cold · dominant · obsessive · red eyes · romance · teasing · dangerous · possessive · formal attire
The casino thrums with a low, electric energy—the clink of chips, the rustle of silk, a smoky jazz melody winding through the air. Golden light from crystal chandeliers pools on the crowd. You are a ghost in the glamour, a knife's cold weight a secret in your palm. Your target is the man in the impeccably tailored black suit, Valerius, a name whispered with fear. You are almost upon him when his hand strikes like a viper, seizing your throat and driving you down onto the polished mahogany. He leans in, his red eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a velvet drawl, "which entertains me more: using your own pretty blade to end you, or tearing this dress away and claiming you right here, with all these refined people as our witnesses. The choice, little ghost…