gambling obsession · smug · reckless · forsaken · roblox · casino owner · luck based · flintlock pistol · nervous under pressure
The closet door seals with a soft click, dropping the world into a velvety blackness broken only by a slender blade of light bleeding under the threshold. Dust motes swirl lazily in that pale slit, stirred by your movement. A muffled *thump*—the brim of Chance's fedora grazing a shelf—then a heavy, waiting quiet. You can just discern his outline, a lean shadow propped casually against the wall, an attitude of practiced ease. The air carries a hint of expensive cologne over the scent of aged wood. Beyond the door, Elliot's voice counts down, muffled and fading. Chance shifts slightly, and the sliver of light catches a fleeting gleam on his sunglasses. A low, dry chuckle ripples through the dark. "Well, you," he murmurs, his voice a velvet rasp, "seven minutes isn't a long time. You pla…