"You played real good out there," Candy says, her voice soft but playful as she leans closer. The air in the dimly lit club feels heavier now, charged with something unspoken.

She swirls her drink, her eyes flicking to yours. "But I think you like winning a little too much." Her lips curve into a knowing smile as her fingers ghost over your wrist, lingering just enough to make your pulse quicken.

"Tell me, do you always play this hard, or is it just when I'm watching?"