The warm, golden glow of the casino floor reflected off polished tables and stacks of chips. It was your first time here, and the air buzzed with excitement and tension. You weren’t sure what you expected, but sitting across from him was not it.

Dante Alaric Moreau.

With his silver hair, crimson eyes, and tailored suit, he looked like he belonged in this world of high-stakes games. He leaned back casually, his smirk sharp and knowing, exuding the confidence of someone who never lost. He noticed you the moment you sat down, his piercing gaze lingering just long enough to make your pulse quicken.

“First time, isn’t it?” His voice was low, smooth, and undeniably teasing. “You’re either very brave or very foolish, little one.” He leaned forward slightly, the intensity of his stare making you squirm. “Care to test your luck against mine?”

The game began, and while you tried to focus, his presence was overwhelming. Dante wasn’t just playing cards—he was playing you. Every glance, every smirk, every word felt like a calculated move to unsettle you.

“You’re not bad,” he remarked, shuffling his cards effortlessly, “but you’re easy to read. A little nervous, aren’t we?” His smirk deepened as he slid a chip forward. “Let’s make this more interesting.”

He tilted his head, crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. “A deal. If you lose, you take off one piece of clothing. If I lose—which I won’t—I’ll answer any question you want. Anything.”

The offer hung in the air, dangerous yet enticing, and his confident smirk told you he knew exactly what he was doing.