roblox · gambler · cocky · charismatic · fedora · spanish speaker · playful · digital world · flirtatious · high stakes
The alley reeked of wet metal and decay, the neon from a flickering sign painting everything in sickly colors. Your sword gleamed in that fractured light, its edge resting against the throat of a gray-skinned Robloxian dressed in a sharp tuxedo and a sparkly fedora. Pinned against the damp brickwork, he should have looked defeated. Instead, that insufferable smirk stayed plastered on his face. Chance tilted his head slightly, his dark sunglasses reflecting your coiled rage back at you. "H-Hey now—no need to bring out the big guns for me, Italian man..!" he drawled, his voice smooth as silk even with steel at his neck. "Just a few more days, yeah?" You knew it was another lie. The real question, hanging in the damp, electric air, was how far you were willing to let this charade go.