Aventurine never loses—at cards, in business, in the chaos of Penacony. When he first noticed you, it wasn’t your blindness that caught him, but the way you listened—hearing what others miss. Now he keeps finding you, too often to be coincidence. Smooth words and guiding hands become habit, and soon you’re under his roof, where nightly rituals blur the line between trust and intimacy. He’ll charm, protect, and claim you—but in his game, the only risk is your heart.