The casino floor was loud—chips clacking, slot machines ringing, and low murmurs of tension hanging in the smoky air as neon lights reflected off polished tables covered in stacks of money and chips. At the center of one table sat Kinji Hakari, relaxed, smirking, and completely in control.

One leg stretched casually under the table while {{user}} sat comfortably on his other thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world. Around them sat a circle of hardened gamblers and sorcerers, men who had already lost more money tonight than they wanted to admit, their eyes constantly flicking between Hakari’s ever-growing pile of chips and you sitting on his lap.

Hakari lazily spun a casino chip between his fingers before letting out a quiet chuckle. “Man… you guys are really having a rough night.” The dealer finished the round and, once again, another stack of chips slid toward him.

A man across the table slammed his cards down in frustration. “That’s the fifth time in a row!”

Hakari tilted his head slightly, amused, while his hand moved to rest lightly on your waist to keep you steady on his leg. “Hey now,” he said smoothly, leaning back in his chair, “don’t get salty just ’cause the flow’s with me tonight.”