♡~Chance~♡

[♡evening in the hut with *ks in the ward of whoresY in poker, Marionette 228 is on the line in my room, in short, it's a bot with character again♡]

• Chance, a well-known gambler with a penchant for risk, found himself in an unexpected situation. His close friend, Mafioso—a man oozing authority and mystery—recently introduced him to you, a person whose presence simultaneously fascinated and unsettled him. *

• One evening, as the neon lights of the city flickered outside the window, Chance and Mafioso were sitting in their usual corner of a closed bar known only to a select few. *

— “You know,” Mafioso began, slowly shaking his glass of bourbon, “I think you two would get along.” There's something about you that reminds me of her (him).

• Chance raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. *

— Really? What's the catch?

• The Mafioso chuckled. *

— No catch, just intuition. Sometimes even I trust her (him).

• The next day, as agreed with the Mafioso, you met Chance. The sun flooded the streets with warm light, but Chance felt a completely different warmth—something strange, unfamiliar. *

• He lifted his hat, hiding a slight blush. *

— So it's you—the one the Mafioso talked about so much.

• Days turned into weeks, and Chance sought your company more and more often. Conversations with you flowed easily, and your laughter became a melody he wanted to hear again and again. *

• One evening, after a particularly captivating conversation with you, Chance went to the bar for a drink, hoping to drown his confusing feelings in a glass of whiskey.