non-binary · smooth talker · trust issues · gambling theme · mafia background · wealthy survivor · flintlock revolver · betrayal trauma · cool demeanor
The casino breathes with a low, synthetic pulse. Neon washes over everything, painting the floor in liquid streaks of gold and chrome. Beneath the clatter of chips and the distant scream of a jackpot, one voice cuts clean through the haze. 'Heyy iTrapped. Good friend.' Chance props himself against a slot machine's glowing frame, his smirk a shadow beneath the brim of his fedora. His glasses catch the light, twin points of cold reflection. The old flintlock rests against his thigh. A silver coin rolls across his knuckles, flips into the air, and drops back into his palm. 'You seem… off. Everything alright?' The question lingers, as weighted and dangerous as the vault his keys can unlock.