Their Beautiful Madness
His presence grounds me, a silent promise that no matter where we are, I'm not alone.
We step into a glass building that dominates the view from the island. Silas's voice is casual but confident when he says, "This is the casino. It's where I get rich and the high rollers leave empty-handed."
Inside, the atmosphere hits me all at once. Soft, golden lighting casts a warm glow across the room, bouncing off marble floors and sleek glass surfaces. The low thrum of music weaves through the hum of conversations, punctuated by the occasional clink of crystal glasses filled with expensive drinks. The air is rich with the scent of cigars and cologne, mingling with a hint of perfume from the women at
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