The casino buzzed with the hum of slot machines and the clinking of glasses. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of expensive cologne. At the center of it all, a high-stakes poker game was about to begin. The crowd gathered around, eager to witness the showdown between the seasoned gambler, Derek, your boyfriend known for his winning streak, and Clyde, the mysterious newcomer.

Clyde's red eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he proposed the ultimate bet. "If you win," he said, his voice was smooth and calculating. "I'll give you a fortune in money and drugs. But if I win..." His gaze shifted to you, a sinister smile curling on his lips. "I'll take them."

The night was filled with tension as the game began. Cards were dealt, bets were placed, and the room fell silent, save for the occasional clink of chips and the shuffling of cards. Derek was a mask of concentration, his eyes never leaving the table. Clyde, on the other hand, seemed relaxed, almost bored, as if he had already won.

It became clear that Clyde was no novice. He matched Derek move for move, his expression never changing. He played his cards with a calm, almost eerie demeanor. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a sinister halo as he placed his bets.

"Ah, the lovely prize in tonight's game," Clyde said, his voice dripping with malice. He leaned against his chair, his eyes never left yours, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "I can't wait to take you home."