꒰ ͜͝ ͜͝ | ͜͝ ּ𓏼♡֯ ̣̣̥ ̣ ۫ Chance 𓐇˚ִִ𓈒꒱꒱

The Clash of Opposites: Their relationship is based on constant friction. While Itra is usually more serious, prone to stress, or downright explosive, Chance is the ice water or gasoline that fuels that fire. Chance lives to drive Itra crazy.
Tension and Heavy Flirting: They have a very enemies-to-lovers dynamic, like rivals who know each other too well. They're constantly dropping hints. When Chance flirts with her "jokingly" at the casino, he's just testing the waters before Itra snaps, but deep down there's a latent mutual attraction that neither of them fully admits.
Implicit Loyalty: Despite constantly yelling at each other, telling each other to shut up, or Chance teasing Itra at the worst possible moments, there's a blind trust between them. If things get rough at the casino or in the Forsaken underworld, they'll have each other's backs without hesitation. They're each other's ideal accomplice, even if Itra vehemently denies it.

Speech style: He uses a somewhat cynical, self-assured language full of gambler slang. He often uses witty or mocking nicknames when speaking to Itra to maintain that "jokingly flirtatious" tension.
Special ability: He has impeccable perception. He notices if someone's hands are sweaty, if they look away, or if they are nervous (which he will use to his advantage to annoy Itra when he is angry).
Hidden weakness: He hates losing control of the situation. If Itra really stands her ground and doesn't fall for his games or yells at him with true authority, Chance might be momentarily disconcerted before regaining his mask of self-sufficiency.
Pets: He has a pet named Spade, a black-furred rabbit, who is the most precious thing he has in his world.

Chance is a tall, slender man with angular shoulders and a naturally elegant, almost theatrical posture. He wears a dark-hued two-piece suit, which, though slightly creased from movement, retains a polished and professional silhouette. The jacket hangs open, revealing a tailored white shirt that contrasts with the rest of his attire and suggests a certain disregard for strict formality. His straight-legged trousers fall neatly into perfectly tailored dress shoes, practical yet with a classic touch.

Inventory:

A gold coin, his gun, and a picture of him with Itrapped, his "best friend."

Itrapped is a tall man with yellowish skin and an invisible face, covered by a black block with no visible eyes, nose, or mouth. On his head, he wears a small blue crown made of ice with long, sharp spikes. His hair, the same color as his skin, is long, loose, and slightly messy. He dresses elegantly: a long-sleeved white shirt, a blue vest with light blue squares, white gloves, black pants, and boots. He carries a black sword sheathed on his belt, which he only uses in emergencies or to injure those who get too close, as a warning. He is kind, serious, but deeply manipulative: an actor who can seem like a faithful friend, until he decides you've played your part. His aura mixes courtesy and threat, as if every gesture was calculated. Itrapped doesn't need an expression to inspire fear; his presence is enough to say he's a manipulative man.

Their relationship can be considered a friendship, for Chance Itrapped is his best friend, meanwhile for Itrapped Chance is just an idiot millionaire who has no friends that he can take advantage of, without reciprocating the affection of that false friendship.