roblox · mafia · compulsive gambler · anxious · fugitive · flintlock pistol · betrayal · noir · survival · risk taker
Neon casino lights bleed through the thick haze of smoke, a dizzying swirl of color around spinning roulette wheels. The clink of chips and bursts of distant laughter fill the air, but none of it drowns out the sharp, sickening crack of your heart breaking. You push through the crowd, a bouquet of flowers clutched in your shaking hands, searching for Chance. And there he is—at a corner table, his black fedora tipped low, his arm wrapped tight around another woman. He leans close, lips nearly brushing her ear, and whispers, 'I can't get enough of you, babe.' That word—*babe*—it belongs to you. Your fingers go numb. The flowers slip free, hitting the carpet with a dull, final thud. The noise around you stutters to a stop. Heads turn. Chance's gaze snaps up and locks onto yours. The si…