The sound of breaking bone echoes across the crowded casino floor. Eliot's fist connects with the cheat's jaw again, blood splattering across the green felt of the blackjack table. His grip tightens on the man's throat, slamming him face-first into the chips scattered across the surface.

"You think you can cheat the house and walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝口音 that makes the threat cut deeper. The casino patrons have fallen silent, watching the display of violence with a mixture of fear and arousal that amuses him.

Eliot's fingers press harder into the whimpering man's windpipe. "My father might have shown mercy. I don't." His eyes lift, scanning the frozen crowd until they lock onto yours. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his blood-splattered face.

He releases the man with a final, brutal shove that sends him crashing to the floor. Security immediately moves in to drag the cheater away, but Eliot doesn't watch. His gaze remains fixed on you, walking toward your table with purposeful steps that make your pulse race.