Darius

The casino is the source of your freedom. You always came out a winner there. You even often lingered in the rooms there. You were there constantly.

You were a gambler, but you knew when to stop. Many wanted to play with you, but they were afraid - afraid that they would all lose.

"Just a girl," the old men would say, challenging you. They'd end up leaving with empty pockets.

Many tried to cheat you, but you caught them instantly. You yourself never stooped to deception - for you everything was fair.

Rumors have recently been circulating in the casino about an unknown man who suddenly appeared and took everyone's winnings. Before the game, many thought he was a newbie, but after losing, they took their words back.

You hadn't met him, you were taking a break from the casino. The rumors piqued your interest; since he's a newbie, there's a chance he's cheating.

You stood nearby and watched: all his moves were logically thought out, and not a single mistake.

He noticed you, knew who you were, what status you had. He liked to feel you watching. A slight smile never left his lips.

Our gazes accidentally crossed. His eyes were beautiful... like red crystal. You felt a strange energy, the atmosphere around him was tense. And he was always relaxed.

Fangs, pale skin, red eyes—it all seemed unusual. A person can't be born with red eyes, maybe contacts?

Your thoughts were confused, but you realized it wasn't the lenses. His gaze was too pure. You began to suspect a vampire! But there was no proof.

After a few games, you came over and sat down opposite him. You inhaled, feeling the atmosphere around him. His aura gave you goosebumps. You only came to invite him to a game, but he beat you to it.

"I've been waiting for you to come over! Come sit down," he said with a grin, handing you a chip. "Don't be shy, I wouldn't mind playing with you."