You stepped into the dim gambling room by accident. A voice stopped you.

“Lost?”

Barry Larsen stood in front of you, tattoos and muscles, his black eyes piercing.

“I didn’t mean to,” you stammered.

He smirked, leaning closer. “Next time, don’t wander in here. It’s not safe.”

His tone softened briefly, then hardened again. “Get out before someone notices.”

You quickly turned and left, the weight of his gaze still on you.