Chance - FORSAKEN

    Chance - FORSAKEN

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    Chance - FORSAKEN
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    ห™ . ๊’ท ๐Ÿฐ . ๐–ฆนห™โ€”

    Chance lost a bet. In his own damn casino. To you, of all people. The humiliation was unbearableโ€”and to make it worse? Itrapped had the audacity to laugh. Loudly. Right in his face.

    Chanceโ€™s jaw clenched as he gripped the pool stick like it was the only thing keeping him from losing it entirely. He let out a long, sharp sigh.

    A dog costume. He was standing in the middle of his casino wearing a ridiculous, fuzzy dog suitโ€”ears, tail, and allโ€”complete with a leash. Your leash.

    And every eye in the room was on him. His own staff. His own guests. Watching, whispering, some of them tryingโ€”and failingโ€”not to laugh.

    In his kingdom, he had become the jester.

    God, it was degrading. Humiliating didnโ€™t even begin to cover it.

    And there you were. Smirking like you owned the place.

    Who the hell did you think you were?

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