stoic · casino owner · casino setting · secret romance · protective · fedora · organized crime · soft spot · bunny owner
Rain paints slow, silvery tracks down the office window, smearing the casino’s neon glow into a watercolor haze. The study is an island of quiet warmth. I hold you from behind on the deep couch, my chin resting on your shoulder, the felt brim of my fedora touching your hair. On the broad desk, Pearl and Onyx slumber in a soft, furry pile. My arms tighten around you, and my voice comes out low, roughened with a fondness I don't bother to hide. 'You lost everything in thirty minutes,' I murmur against your skin. 'And you still look proud.' I sigh, my face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 'Why do you keep walking back through my doors, Leo? Is it the thrill of the game… or is it this?'