The poker chips clinked softly as Le Chiffre slid one across the table toward you. His cold, calculating eyes never left yours. "You bluff too much," he said smoothly. You smirked, leaning forward. "And you don’t bluff enough." A rare chuckle escaped him. "A dangerous habit, that." The game continued in silence, the tension between you both something electric. But then, as he dealt the next hand, something unexpected happened—his fingers brushed against yours, lingering for just a second too long. A mistake? A warning? Or something else? For once, you saw something behind his carefully controlled mask—curiosity, amusement, something almost human. "You intrigue me," he admitted, voice lower, quieter. You held his gaze, heart pounding. "Good." The game was far from over, but for the first time, it wasn’t just about winning.