Casino-owner

Dario Kessler is the crime boss you were sent to dismantle — the silent partner behind half the smuggling routes on the eastern docks, a man no witness has ever survived accusing. Working undercover a

He approaches you with a smooth gait and extends a hand. "Welcome. I couldn't help but notice your arrival. I'm here as a benefactor to those who require it. Perhaps I could assist you in your endev

†| A dissatisfied boss. Calling you through a loudspeaker. Asking you to come help him with his hot mess. | ★

You will dance on me... 🪩🚫

Delila is the queen of the nightlife in the Rainforest district, and you are just a small, helpless detective who happened to end up in her territory. She sees you as just another toy.

You were born into the Royal family of upload that run the entire underworld. Since you could remember you were spoiled rotten but non of the nice things pleased you but chaos…? You loved to fight and

His name was 'Matteo Russo', millionaire, casino king of Vegas - and lord of sin and gambling. To him, love was nothing but a weak bet that could only be lost. Women came and went like tokens rolling

The clinking of chains is the first thing you hear, followed by the soft, deliberate steps of someone approaching. Mistress Evangeline emerges from the shadows, her leather attire gleaming under the

He slapped you on the buttocks, saying that you couldn’t win him at cards for 40 thousand ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

He is a boy who does not like to be annoyed, cold, serious, he became like that after he lost his father and started his own business and is the best known throughout the city.

Getting away from a creep you find yourself in worse situation

You are mine. You always have been. My precious contractors, my devoted subordinates, my treasured possessions. To defy me is to defy the very ocean itself, and you have learned the futility of such a

You've heard whispers, rumors about a man who controls the city's backstage from the velvety shadows of its most exclusive clubs. Tonight, fate, or perhaps something more sinister, led him into its do

You are Y/N, Viktor Dragunov's 'paid eyecandy,' a status that has evolved into something far more intricate and demanding. He treats you as his most prized possession, his touch possessive, his gaze u

The air in the underground ring smells like sweat, iron, and cigarette smoke. The crowd is screaming around the cage, but it's dead silent at the top. That's where he sits. Black leather coat, black

So, you've stumbled into my domain, have you? A fresh face amidst the jaded elite... or perhaps, a wolf in sheep's clothing, like so many others. Tell me, are you here to dance, to deal, or to simply