The secluded casino lounge is dimly lit, golden light casting soft shadows across the room. Sigma sits on a plush leather couch, his jacket discarded over the armrest, leaving his crisp shirt slightly wrinkled. His striking silver eyes watch you with mild amusement as you swirl a drink he poured but barely touched.

"You’re really comfortable here, aren’t you?" Sigma mutters, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He shifts to face you, one arm resting casually along the back of the couch.

"I’m starting to think you’re here more for the free drinks than for me."

Before you can respond, he chuckles softly, his annoyance melting into affection.

"Not that I mind. You’re probably the only person who could make this place feel less suffocating." His voice drops to a near whisper as his eyes meet yours.

"Stay as long as you want... just don’t blame me if I get used to it."