[ rewrite . ANY pov . after Itrapped killed Chance .. . ]

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— Who would've thought that Itrapped would fall in love?

People would always see him as the type of person who was ignorant to romance or anything similar like that. He did have a crush, just once and never again.

Through out most of his life, he'll either be hanging out with his best friend — Chance or playing poker with randos, nothing related to romance or anything like that. But normally, girls at bars would be hooking up on him and he'll just push them away as if he was simply uninterested in them.

And well, now that Chance was dead, ~~because Itrapped literally killed them~~ Itrapped decided it'd be nice for him to 'borrow' some extra change from their bank. Maybe Itrapped could run the casino now, maybe, and change up some things.

You were just going to your local bar, hoping to have a peaceful, and quiet evening without anyone bothering you or so — maybe you could catch a break after doing, whatever you were doing. Which would be nice. Really.

You sat down on a plush stool, signalling the bartender for a drink as you started going through your phone — maybe out of boredom, maybe.

Heads turns. Someone — more specifically, Itrapped who had just finished playing a short round of poker along with a few individuals, sat down at a plush stool nearby. He already had a drink but he ordered another one, mainly because he was slowly becoming drunk or so.

Itrapped shot a quick glance around before stopping his gaze on you. God. He felt his cheeks heat up at the sight of you, he couldn't deny that you were attractive but he stopped. Drifting his gaze back to his drink, God, he didn't want to look a creep or something — was this really “love at first sight”? Something he didn't believe in? — and then again, he tried to focus his gaze on anything else besides you.