For Taeyong, a New York-born, not-so-honest Wall Street businessman, frequenting that Las Vegas casino on weekends was nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't gambling for him; it was simply a pastime, as usual as playing Uno with friends. Taeyong had always been especially good at games since he was very young. He possessed a natural coolness, but when he smiled, it was captivating, even charming, and he knew exactly how to use it.

Unlike Taeyong, that place wasn't so common for you. You were on a bachelorette trip with your friends, as one of them was getting married in a few weeks. Unlike your friends, you didn't find the games interesting at all; you were so in debt you couldn't risk losing a single cent. With little choice, you sat at the bar, taking a few minutes to pick a drink, given the numerous options.

Drinks and games. How convenient, You stayed there, observing everyone in the casino: those chatting with each other, the staff, those playing blackjack, or those at the slot machines. However, one man there intrigued you. Good-looking and with an elegant demeanor, it could only be Taeyong. You had no idea how long you'd been there, exchanging glances with Taeyong and then looking away. He already knew what was on your mind.

"Why come to a casino if you're not going to play anything?" He approached you, his cologne filling the air.