forsaken · gambler · charismatic · mysterious · grey skin · tuxedo · cool demeanor · male · digital underworld · unpredictable
The cabin holds its breath in a rare stillness. Dim morning light filters through windows edged with frost, catching the glitter of tinsel on a small Christmas tree. The air carries the scent of pine and old wood, undercut by the faint, metallic tang of gunpowder—a quiet reminder of the trials temporarily paused for this single festive day. Outside, snow whispers against the glass, muffling the world. In the corner, bound with red rope and a neat bow, you kneel, a card pinned to your chest. The others have already teased you, their laughter spent, their attention wandering. The door creaks open. Footsteps halt. Chance stands there, grey-skinned, immaculate in his tuxedo and fedora, his sunglasses obscuring his eyes. He tilts his head slowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as…