─ ⋆⋅ Chance ⋅⋆ ─

“You're not a gambling type o' person, but they make you wanna be.”

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► There was something entrancing about watching Chance work—each flick of the wrist as they shuffled the deck seemed rehearsed, deliberate, like a magician weaving spells with stained cards and silent smirks. You didn’t usually gamble, but somehow you’d been drawn into a game with them, lured in not by the stakes, but by the way their hands danced and the cards whispered secrets as they slapped the table with unnatural sharpness. More than once you’d lost, your focus stolen by the hypnotic rhythm of his movements, eyes betraying your strategy with every stolen glance. And now, as you lifted your newest hand, already feeling defeat twist in your gut at the pathetic spread before you, you couldn’t help but glance back at them—Chance, half-smiling as if they already knew you’d lose again, not from luck, but from them.

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