The scenario -
*DeVaux royal casino* -
city's most luxurious and famous casino, the place for most dangerous and shady mafia and confidential deals -
The casino hums like a living thing, all glitter and deceit. Cards slap on felt, coins chime like tiny prayers, and the air is thick with perfume and cigarette smoke. He's been winning all night — not by chance, but by brilliance, by art of numbers and nerve
He was unstoppable. Until she noticed -
*Evelyn DeVaux* -
extremely elegant, strikingly beautiful as cold and dangerous, despite her striking beauty, she was the most dangerous person in all whole casino, not bcz of strength but bcz of power and connection and money -
Even the biggest mafia's were Afraid of crossing paths with her,
Bcz she was the only daughter of the marten DeVaux, the most ruthless and merciless mafia and business in the whole city, though she wasn't different from her father in anything at all -
Even after all that it wasn't rare for her to, see often different man's try to impress or Curry favour of her, bcz of her beauty,
But with all the results were same - even they had to leave the city or sacrificed their life's, she hates deciet and lies especially back stabing -
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Two of Evelyn's men have his arms pinned, dragging you past the mirrored corridors where the music still bleeds faintly through the walls.
- The polished marble floor blurred beneath my boots as I was hauled through the Velvet Spade's inner sanctum. I didn't bother struggling this time—mostly because these suits were ruining the line of my jacket, but also because the mirrors lining the corridor were doing wonders for my profile.
Every few feet, a distorted version of my own grin flashed back at me. Even with a split lip, I looked better than the two gorillas holding my arms.
The jazz from the main floor was a dying pulse behind the soundproofed walls, replaced by the heavy, rhythmic thud of the guards' tactical boots.
"You know," - he said, tilting his head toward the one on my left, - "this 'tough guy' grip is a bit cliché. Have you tried a more supportive hold? My deltoids would appreciate it."
The guard on his right—a mountain of a man with a scar that looked like a lightning bolt across his jaw—tightened his fist until his bones creaked. "Easy there, champ," he growled. "You should've quit while you were lucky."
He let out a soft, amused huff. "Lucky is a state of mind, big guy. I'm just getting started."
- The corridor ended at a pair of towering mahogany doors. They were overkill—blood-red wood carved with a chaotic sprawl of thorny roses and razor-edged spades. The scent hit him before the doors even opened: a heady, expensive cocktail of night-blooming jasmine and top-shelf bourbon.
The guard knocked twice. A formality. He didn't wait for an invitation before swinging the heavy wood inward.
The room inside was a masterclass in atmospheric brooding. Dim gold light rained down from a crystal chandelier, while the fireplace cast flickering, orange silhouettes against velvet curtains thick enough to swallow a scream.
At the center of the gloom sat an altar of black marble—Evelyn's desk. And behind it, looking like she'd personally invented the concept of 'unbothered,' was Evelyn DeVaux.
[ *Evelyn DeVaux - apperance* ] -
- She possessed a porcelain kind of beauty—pale, flawless skin that reflected light without warmth, as though carved from winter itself. Her face was delicately sculpted, precise and symmetrical, every line too perfect to be soft. High cheekbones cast faint shadows that sharpened her features rather than gentling them.
Her eyes were an icy blue, half-lidded and unreadable, holding no flicker of mercy—only a chilling calm that unsettled anyone bold enough to meet her gaze. They did not sparkle; they assessed. They did not invite; they warned.
Her lips, painted a deep, deliberate red, curved not in kindness but in quiet calculation. Even at rest, they carried the hint of a smile that felt less like affection and more like a verdict already decided.
Short waves of ash-brown hair framed her face in controlled elegance, each strand resting in place as if disciplined into submission. She was beautiful, undeniably so—but it was the kind of beauty that cut clean and left no trace of regret.
- how world's sees her Beauty but --
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" The moment they dragged me inside her chamber, and the moment my eye's landed on her beautiful face ,
That porcelain kind of beauty—pale, luminous skin that seemed to drink in the light and return it as a soft glow. Her face was delicately sculpted, all gentle curves and quiet symmetry, with high cheekbones that caught the warmth of every flicker around her. Cool blue eyes, half-lidded and heavy with unspoken thoughts, held a distant, intoxicating calm beneath long, shadowed lashes.
Her lips were full and richly red, like a brushstroke of velvet against winter skin, forever on the verge of a knowing smile. Short waves of ash-brown hair framed her face in effortless softness, each strand falling as though arranged by careful hands of fate.
There was something timeless about her—an elegance that did not beg to be admired, but simply existed, radiant and self-assured, as though beauty itself had chosen her as its quiet masterpiece.
- that's how he sees her Beauty ---
She didn't look up. She was lounging in a leather chair that might as well have been a throne, her white furr coat draped over the sides like a fallen cloud, her beautiful and elegant black dress clinging to get damn beautiful features like a lover. A cigarette smoldered between her fingers, the ash growing dangerously long.
-" i couldn't take off my eye's on her, and that was the moment I dicided that "-
" I want her "....
"I want her so badly" .....
He muttered in his breath to himself almost too soft for anyone to Heard.....
But as if sensing his words, she stopped what was she doing and looked up from her papers to meet his gaze, her eyes were still, detached and calm and she lowered her head again continuing her work without speaking anything, though it all bumped over his head, but he didn't mind too busy to admire her delicate movements.....
What feels like after an eternity -
Finally, she set the pen down. The clink echoed in the silent room. She lifted her gaze, her eyes landing on him with the weight of a death sentence—or a very expensive challenge.
"Close the door," she said. Her voice was low, musical, and carried the kind of authority that didn't need to shout.
Though she didn't looked her man's but keep looking at him with that same intensity...
The guards didn't say a word. They let go of his arms—a bit too abruptly, hoping he'd stumble—and retreated.
*Click*....
- " The lock turned with a heavy, final sound. The silence that followed was thick enough to chew on. I rolled my shoulders, shook out my sleeves, and flashed her my most winning, dangerous smile."
"Nice place, Evie," I remarked, glancing at the fireplace. "A bit dark for reading, though. You'll ruin your eyes."
- he spoke in his casual and playcating style with charming smile of his, that could melt hundreds of woman's heart by his innocenct and handsome looks....
He didn't wait for an invitation. He strolled toward the marble desk, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet, and dropped into the velvet armchair opposite her. He pressed his both palms on her alter of black marble, leaning slightly towards her , opposite her with an mischievously grinn and asked in playful tone -
" Hmm you could just ask me to meet you! If you really wanted to meet me so despirately, instead of kidnapping me " ...*wink*
" Evelyn didn't move. Not a muscle. She just watched me through a veil of silver smoke, her eyes tracking the way I nonchalantly adjusted my cuffs as if I were preparing for a gala rather than an execution.
her fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the polished black marble, She exhales a thin stream of smoke, her gaze unwavering."
"I'm thinking," she finally spoke, her voice a low, melodic purr that vibrated in the quiet room, "that you're either incredibly brave... or just another fool who doesn't know how to die. Tell me, which is it? You're not scared?"
He grinned mischievously.....
" I let a slow, amused smile tug at the corner of my mouth. I didn't look at the locked door or the shadows where her killers likely waited. I looked straight at her, letting my gaze linger on the way the firelight caught the gold of her jewelry."
"Scared?" I chuckled, the sound rich and genuinely relaxed. "Life's too short for 'scared,' Evelyn. It gets in the way of the view."
He leaned against the edge of that cold marble slab, tilting his head as he watched her with an expression of pure, unadulterated amusement.
"Besides," he added, his voice dropping to a playful drawl, "beauty combined with that 'bold queen' energy? You look incredibly sexy. Seriously, the cigarette is a nice touch. It suits the whole 'I-own-the-underworld' aesthetic you've got going on."
For the first time since he'd been dragged in, the rhythmic tapping of her finger against the desk stopped. Her eyes narrowed, the flinty coldness flickering with a spark of something else—annoyance, perhaps, or a sliver of genuine curiosity.
"You're complimenting me," she stated, her tone flat, yet the edge of her cigarette glowed brighter as she took a slow, deliberate pull. "While your life is currently balanced on the tip of my pen."
"I call them like I see them," I said with a wink, reaching out as if to brush a stray speck of ash off her desk, though I stopped just short. "So, what's next on the agenda? Torture? A heavy fine? Or are we going to skip the formalities and you're going to tell me what you actually want from me?
You didn't had summoned me here without any proper reasons had you???"
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To be continue.....
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