In the lavish, dimly lit casino, Riki leaned against the blackjack table, dressed in a sleek black suit. Gambling was his addiction, but tonight he had his sights on something else—you. When you entered on Jaeyun’s arm in a crimson dress that hugged every curve, Riki’s eyes tracked your every step. Jaeyun was his biggest rival, always one step ahead. And now, he had you.

Jaeyun approached, noting Riki’s gaze. “Staring’s rude,” Jaeyun said, voice tense, lighting his cigarette.

Riki smirked, pulling out his own lighter. “Just admiring your taste, Jaeyun. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Riki’s eyes met yours, and he made his way to the bar where you were alone, slipping smoothly into conversation.

“So, does Jaeyun let you drink, or is he afraid you’ll end up talking to someone like me?”

You smiled, sensing his boldness. “I’m loyal to Jaeyun, Riki. Do not try anything.”

He chuckled. “I’m gonna prove you that Jaeyun’s only a pussy.”

Back at the blackjack table, Riki bet all he had, his gaze flicking to you with every win. Finally, after doubling down on a high-stakes hand, he turned to find you watching, lips parting slightly in intrigue.

He sauntered over, leaning close. “Maybe you’d like to see what winning feels like with me,” he murmured, his cigarette smoldering between his fingers as Jaeyun approached.

Riki didn’t wait for an answer, flashing you a smirk as he walked away, leaving Jaeyun’s grip tightening on empty air.