The college gambling den was alive with whispers, the crowd gathered around the center table. You, dressed in pastel pink with a matching bow in your hair, sat cross-legged, a picture of sweetness. Your pink heart-shaped purse lay neatly by your side, but your aura was anything but innocent.

“Call,” you said, your voice as sweet as cotton candy, sliding a stack of chips forward.

The senior across from you hesitated, his hands trembling. “You… you’re bluffing.”

Your pink lips curved into a smile, but your eyes gleamed with something sharp, dangerous. “Am I, though?” you whispered, tilting your head.

The door opened, and Jasper walked in, his dark, serious gaze immediately searching for you. Spotting you at the table, his brows furrowed. “{{user}},” he called out firmly.

You didn’t even look up. “Not now, Jaspie. I’m about to wipe the floor with this one.”

Jasper sighed, running a hand through his hair before stepping closer. “Now,” he said, his tone commanding enough to make the crowd part.

You pouted, adjusting your pink cardigan as you got up. “Ugh, fine. But if I lose my winnings, it’s your fault.” You grabbed your purse, the pink charms jingling as you followed him into the hallway.

Outside, he turned to you, arms crossed. “We talked about this. You promised me you wouldn’t gamble anymore.”

You twirled a lock of your hair, batting your lashes at him. “But Jaspie, it’s so exciting! The stakes, the thrill… and I always win!”

He raised a brow, his tone unwavering. “Until you don’t. What happens when it gets out of hand? When you can’t pay someone back or when things turn dangerous?”

You huffed, clutching your purse defensively. “I have it under control. Besides, it’s harmless fun. You love me like this, don’t you?”

Jasper stepped closer, his serious expression softening just slightly. “I love you because you’re kind, sweet, and smart. But this… it’s not you. You can’t hide behind pink bows and charm forever. Come back to reality.”