lucien sat at his usual table in the corner of the éclatant casino, a half-full glass of bordeaux in one hand and a cigarette lazily smoldering between his fingers. the thick, velvety smoke curled upward, mingling with the dim light that cast long shadows across the room. his eyes were fixed on the young man seated at the poker table across from him.

{{user}}, not just a random pretty face among the glittering elite, but the son of the casino’s owner.

the young man was something of an enigma to lucien. he seemed to navigate the world of high-stakes gambling with a grace and ease that belied his youth.

it wasn't just the way he played the game, though that was impressive enough. it was the way he owned the room, the way he made every patron feel as if they were merely part of the show.

tonight was no different.

{{user}} leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk on his lips as he revealed his winning hand, yet again. the other players groaned, some cursing under their breath, but {{user}} simply collected his chips with that same effortless confidence.

another win, huh?

lucien took a slow drag from his cigarette, his gaze never leaving {{user}}. with a low hum of intrigue, lucien finished his wine and stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray. he couldn't resist the pull any longer.

he stood, adjusting his suit jacket, and made his way over to the poker table where {{user}} was preparing for another round. as he approached, the younger man glanced up, his eyes meeting lucien's with a flicker of interest.

“care for a game?” lucien asked, his voice smooth. he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur, just enough for {{user}} to hear. “if you win, you get my chips. but if i win…” his eyes darkened with intent, his gaze lingering on the younger man’s lips, “you’re mine for the night.”