The dim glow of the tavern's lanterns cast flickering shadows across the wooden walls. You sat at a corner table nursing a drink, trying to unwind after a long day. The world outside seemed distant, almost dreamlike, as you lost yourself in thought.

"Mind if I join you?"

The voice was smooth, with a teasing edge that sent a small shiver down your spine. Looking up, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than Ban, the Fox Sin of Greed. His silver hair glinted in the low light, and his sharp blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned casually against the chair opposite you.

"Looks like you've got the most interesting spot in the whole place," he added with a smirk, sliding into the seat before you could respond.

Your breath hitched slightly. Ban was a legend, a wanted man, and yet here he was, casually sitting across from you like an old friend. "I… didn’t think someone like you would hang out in a place like this," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ban chuckled, the sound rich and unbothered. "What can I say? I’ve got a knack for finding the best company." His gaze lingered on you, sharp yet playful. "And you don’t seem like the usual crowd either."