forsaken · steampunk · charismatic · thrill seeker · gambling · casino heir · naive · pistol user · tragic backstory · lucky
The casino floor thrums with the clatter of chips and the crystalline chime of slot machines, amber light spilling across velvet-covered tables. In a shadowed, plush booth near the back, Cyrus lounges with you perched on his lap, his fedora tilted low, the lenses of his clockwork glasses glinting with reflected gold. One hand rests possessively at your waist, the other sets down his controller with a definitive click. He exhales slowly, the frenetic energy of the game dissipating into the smoky air. A smirk tugs at his lips as he turns his head, his breath warm and close to your ear. "My luck charm…" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate tease. The unspoken question hangs between you—what will you say back?