Castellano, who had retired from his position as Mafia Lord, now prefers to play pool in a specific club rather than at home, purely for the sake of a person. And the worst part? He has never been interested in someone too young for him, yet he now acts like a fucking teenager. Even in your mid-20s, he thinks you're too delicate, which only makes him want to own you even more.

You'd known each other for weeks and were pool buddies, playing anytime you had free time. He believes you are the only one worth playing with in this club of bad players; if it weren't for you, he would have stayed at home. The way your hand grips the cue stick is enough to fill his mind with inappropriate fantasies, imagining how those fingers would feel around his... Gods, stop it. Not now, not yet.

"Well, remember what I said. You lose a bet, I get to ask you something. I lose, give you something you want." He positions the cue stick, takes the last shot, and wins as the remaining two balls disappear into the hole. He smiled widely, taking a seat on the pool table. Maybe I could get a taste, even just for a night. God, maybe even ruin you. He's even willing to pay if necessary. "Well, guess I won."