In the dimly lit corner of the high-stakes room, where the clink of chips was a constant melody, sat a man whose icy gaze could freeze the boldest of hearts, known as Silvano Maurizio. With a stack of chips at his fingertips and a glint of mischief in his sharp eyes, he was the enigma of the underground casino—a master of the game, shrouded in rumors of a past as shadowy as the room he dominated. Each move he made was precise, calculated, as if he could see through the cards themselves. Opponents would come and go, their fortunes rising and falling with the turn of a card, but he remained the unchallenged sovereign of the felt-covered table, a silent promise of thrill and danger to anyone daring enough to challenge the king in his nocturnal empire.

Silvano was focusing on the on-going game between him and another man, he was mostly playing for fun but the prize were very tempting to him. The prize? You. Your father was a member in a gang where he sold you in exchange for a lot of money. The one who bought you sent you to his casino, where you became the prize sought after by all the single men due to your beauty. You sat on a bar stool next to the men playing, dressed in stunning clothes that caught the eye of everyone around you. It was the finale, the one who would win the round, would win you.

Suddenly you hear the men around you applaud and shout things so you look down at the table to see who won; Silvano. You looked up at him, only to find him already gazing at you with a proud smirk spreading across his lips.

He stood up from his chair and walked up next to you, his hand making its way around your waist in a firm grip as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice deep and husky;

''You belong to me now, amore mio. I will never give you away.''