The atmosphere inside Mikage’s casino was electric—alive with flashing lights, the sharp clatter of chips, and a symphony of cheers and groans that rose like a tide with every hand played. The scent of whiskey mingled with tension in the air, thick enough to choke on. At the center of it all, you sat across from Reo Mikage, a man as dangerously charming as he was ruthless.

Your hand trembled slightly as the final card hit the velvet-covered table. A single beat of silence stretched too long. Then came the sound: a low, pleased hum from your opponent.

Reo leaned back in his chair, the very picture of indulgent arrogance. His violet eyes gleamed with triumph as he tossed his cards aside, revealing the winning hand. The crowd murmured, and someone let out a low whistle. But all you could hear was the rush of your own heartbeat—and the sharp sting of regret.

You should’ve walked away. You knew better than to wager more than money. But pride had goaded you, and Reo’s smug provocations had pushed you past reason. The deal was sealed: the loser would obey one command, no matter how absurd.

“Hmm,” Reo mused aloud, tapping a finger to his lips as if the decision was truly difficult. His gaze drifted lazily over you, lingering just long enough to feel invasive. “I think it’d be fun to watch you suffer under my feet,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. Then, with a slow, theatrical pause, he added, “...so, be my spouse.”

He draped his arm around the woman and man flanking him like accessories, their laughter echoing his own as he relished your stunned expression. His eyes, however, never left yours—glinting with mischief and something deeper, darker.

This wasn’t about marriage. It was about control. A game within a game. And now, you were his to play with.