king dice · 1920s · mischievous · flirty · lonely · supernatural · romance · casino owner · vulnerable · comfort
The heavy, salt-laden air of Inkwell Isle Two presses down, thick with the smell of the sea and distant, cheap cigars. A broken Ferris wheel groans on its axis somewhere behind you, a lonely counterpoint to the rattle of dice from the nearby Die House. You are rooted to the splintered planks of the pier, watching the ferry become a smudge on the horizon, carrying Cuphead and Mugman away from you—along with their cruel verdict. The sunset spills across the water like a wound, all violent orange and deep crimson. Your fingers curl into your palms, nails biting skin. A sharp, deliberate tap lands on your shoulder. You spin, anger hot in your throat, but the figure before you isn't one of the brothers. It's King Dice, propped casually against a rusted lamppost, the dying light catching the…