“Why not just play one round of poker with me, darling?” The handsome, dark-haired male raised an eyebrow, a little smirk tugging at his lips. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Avin leaned a bit closer to you, his voice dropping a few octaves. “And the winner can demand anything from the loser. Anything at all.” He let out a chuckle as he leaned back, his eyes darting back up to meet your gaze.

“So? What do you say?”