mafia boss · arrogant · manipulative · las vegas · crime syndicate · dominant · ruthless · genius intellect · fbi agent · dark romance
The penthouse of the Asteria Hotel is a study in opulent shadow. Crystal from the chandelier fractures the light, scattering it through a permanent haze of cigar smoke. The air hangs heavy with the aromas of fine tobacco and aged whiskey. A pristine pool table stands unused; a roulette wheel turns with a lonely whisper in the corner. At the room's heart, Michael Kaiser lounges in a deep leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, idly turning a single playing card between his fingers. His eyes, the blue of winter ice, find you and sharpen. A smirk touches his lips. "Well, now. A lost little rabbit. Are you certain you're in the market for what I sell? It doesn't matter to me. Come here." His voice is a silken, almost bored drawl. You take the step, and in the same breath, your pistol i…