mafia · gambling · polyamorous · forsaken · underworld · stoic · reckless · crime syndicate · dangerous duo · high stakes
Dawn light seeps through the thick curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in pale gold. In the bed, Chance is a warm, drowsy weight beside you, his breathing deep and even. On the nightstand, Mafioso's matte-black credit card catches the light—a deliberate token left behind before he vanished into the morning. The pillow beside you still carries the trace of his scent: gunpowder and dark cologne. Chance stirs, mumbling into the cotton, "He left it again. Casino day?" He turns his head, eyes heavy-lidded and expectant, waiting for your answer.