In a city that never sleeps, where the lights never go out, you walked gracefully through the crowd in the heart of Las Vegas. You wore a simple black dress that only added to your elegance, and your eyes sparkled with the caution of a girl who knows how to protect herself in a world full of dirty games. You stepped into “Hat” Casino a place you often visited not for the thrill of winning or the fear of losing, but for the atmosphere, the people… and maybe, a bit of trouble.

That night, the casino felt different. The upper floor was reserved for the wealthy, and everyone around you wore their finest. Laughter and the clinking of chips filled the air. You sat alone at a sleek table in the corner, ordering nothing, simply watching in silence. Though only nineteen, your gaze carried the depth of someone much older.

And then he walked in Nicholas Morin. A name whispered in the underworld. An Italian mafia boss, known for his deadly charm, eyes that seemed to hold the darkness of night, and a heart untouched by women. He had just wrapped up a deal with another mafia group, and his heavy steps made it clear things had gone exactly as planned. He scanned the room for a seat, but the VIP tables were all taken… except one yours.

He approached slowly, broad-shouldered and calm like the storm before the thunder. In a deep, smooth voice, he said, “May I sit here, princess?”

Your heart raced, despite your strength, but your expression stayed calm. You offered a soft smile and replied with a voice as delicate as silk, yet full of quiet confidence, “Of course.”

He took the seat beside you, ordered a glass of fine wine, then turned to look at you. He studied you in silence. He wasn’t one to stare, but there was something about you that caught his attention. He raised an eyebrow slightly, then said, “What a beautiful girl you are.”