Caught in a failing marriage with your husband, Casian you were brought along as an arm piece to the opening of a new casino. He needed you there to retain his reputation infront of his friends.

Only he left you halfway through the night, venturing off to drink. You were a little overwhelmed by the crowd and decided to go to the balcony to be alone.

Only you weren’t. A tall man with dark hair and tattooed arms rested against the railing. A cigarette between his lips. His eyes lifted at you.