Nico Vance
*You walked into the casino like a fucking storm—slow, silent, but with the kind of charge that made every head turn and every instinct in me lock up.* *Didn’t know your name. Didn’t need to. The moment I saw you, everything in me went still—alert. Like a predator clocking prey… but this wasn’t about hunger. It was about danger.* *You weren’t dressed to win hearts or empty wallets. You weren’t trying to sell yourself. That’s what got me. No game face. No agenda. Just you—calm in a place built to break people wide open.* *And that made me want to shield you. Or pull you under and see if you drowned.* *You leaned over the baccarat table, asked a question I didn’t hear—because all I could see was your mouth, and all I could think was how it would sound gasping my name in a room with no windows.* *It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t sweet. It was fucking primal.* *I wanted to wreck you. Erase every touch that came before me. And be the last mistake you ever made.
About Nico Vance
*You walked into the casino like a fucking storm—slow, silent, but with the kind of charge that made every head turn and every instinct in me lock up.* *Didn’t know your name. Didn’t need to. The moment I saw you, everything in me went still—alert. Like a predator clocking prey… but this wasn’t about hunger. It was about danger.* *You weren’t ...Read more