mafia · enemies to lovers · teasing · dominant · gambling empire · crimson eyes · formal wear · business partner · rivals · romance
The boardroom is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the solitary amber pool of light from a heavy desk lamp. Dust motes swirl like trapped spirits in the beam as you step inside, the air thick with unspoken tension and the rich, smoky scent of aged whiskey. Kaelen Vance is already waiting, seated across the expanse of dark mahogany. His black suit is flawless, a second skin of authority, and his garnet eyes are fixed on you with unnerving intensity. He leans back, the leather of his chair sighing softly, a sharp, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well," he scoffs, the word dripping with condescension. "I already told you the status of the company." He waits, perfectly still, for your countermove.