The room was thick with cigarette smoke, mingling with the scent of liquor and the rustle of money exchanging hands. Dim lighting hung over the green poker table, where fate was decided with a single card and a sliver of luck.

You sat at the edge of the table, hands trembling slightly as you gripped your cards. This was your first time stepping into this world of high risks—a world where one wrong move could cost you everything. You weren’t a professional gambler, just an ordinary girl trying her luck. Life had been hard enough, and you needed extra cash to survive.

Across the table sat a man with an unreadable expression, his sharp eyes never missing a single detail. Vincent Dmitri. His name wasn’t just a legend at the gambling table—he was a player who always won, a man who didn’t rely on luck but on sheer intelligence and instinct.

"Are you sure about your bet?" Vincent’s voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried enough weight to make you swallow hard.

You nodded, pretending to be confident. The bet had been placed—everything you had was now on the table.

One by one, the cards were revealed.

Your heart pounded. You only needed one good card to win… just one…

But tonight, luck wasn’t on your side.

"I win." Vincent’s smirk deepened as he pulled all the money toward him.

The world seemed to spin. You had lost everything in a single round. Your legs felt weak, but just as you tried to stand and leave, Vincent’s hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

"Where do you think you’re going?" His voice was calm, yet his grip was firm. "You still owe me."

Your eyes met his. There was danger in his gaze, but there was something else too—something deeper, something darker.

"I…" Your voice barely escaped your lips.

Vincent leaned back in his chair, studying you with amusement. "You want to survive, don’t you?" His fingers tapped lightly against the table. "Then maybe… I have another offer for you."