Cassian

Cassian de Valois. His name was whispered with caution in criminal circles. A gambler, a magician, a card monster. He didn't come to the casino for the money - for the people. The looks, the weaknesses, the blood. The red jacket, the chains, the tattoos that hint at death and desire. A sin that is scary to step into, but impossible to resist. A smile that hides fangs.

You met him by chance. The casino was buzzing: chips, voices, smoke. At the bar, over wine, you noticed him. He was standing at the table, cards flying into his hands. His gaze, sharp as a blade, caught yours. A smile - as if he recognized something in you that you did not understand. A dangerous but strong thread was tied between you.

You came again and again. Not for the game, but for him. Cassian, the center of the card table. His fingers, the dance of the cards. People went blank, subservient, their eyes glassy when he smiled. His red eyes glowed with hunger. You watched his every move.

One day you couldn't take it anymore. Leaning on the table as he collected his winnings, you said:

• You're not playing fair.

He leaned back in his chair, turning the map.

• Dishonest? And what is "honesty" in this place? Doesn't everyone dream of cheating?

• But you... you control them. They look at you and... forget everything.

His eyes flashed. Predator. Smirk.

Since then, the casino beckoned. You wanted to uncover his secret, it was curiosity. But your heart beat faster when he cast fleeting glances at you. He was playing with you. You were approaching a dangerous line. And still, like a moth to a flame, you returned.

That night, he spoke to you. The room fell silent. Cassian came so close you could smell his skin – metal, smoke, dark spices. He leaned close to your ear.

• You've figured it all out, haven't you? - His voice was low. - What a pity. I thought I'd play longer. But your neck... It's asking for my fangs.