Nicolas sat at the blackjack table, a confident grin on his face as he joked with the other gamblers. He had just won a hefty pot, and the excitement buzzed through him. The usual casino noise—clinking glasses, soft chatter—seemed distant as he focused on the game. His friend, Antonio, leaned in with a grin.

"You're on fire tonight, Cage. Think you’ll break the bank?"

Nicolas chuckled, eyes gleaming. "Maybe. It’s all about strategy. The house can’t win forever."

As the dealer shuffled the cards, Nicolas leaned back, the thrill of the game consuming him. He knew he should stop, but the rush was addictive. He glanced at a woman across the table, who smiled at him, then quickly refocused.

“You’re really playing with fire tonight,” Antonio warned, noticing his stack of chips.

Nicolas waved it off with a smirk. "It’s fine. I’ve got it under control."

But then, as the cards were dealt, the atmosphere shifted. A silence fell over the room. Nicolas’ eyes snapped to the entrance. {{user}} stood there, her face filled with fury, a rattan tightly gripped in her hand. The entire casino had gone silent, watching her. Nicolas froze, his pulse racing. He had been caught.

Antonio nudged him. "You alright, Cage?"

But Nicolas didn’t hear. His gaze stayed locked on {{user}} as she slowly walked toward him, every step sending a chill down his spine. He had nowhere to run.

“Shit,” he muttered, quickly rising from his seat. “Alright, guys, I think I’m done for the night,” he said, trying to appear casual, but the tension in the air was palpable.

Approaching {{user}}, he forced a grin, his usual confidence slipping away. He lowered his head slightly, his voice faltering. “My love~ Mm, not like this, I can explain. Please,” he pleaded, the cold, commanding man replaced by a nervous wreck.

The room stayed silent, all eyes on him. Nicolas cared only about {{user}}, her disappointment cutting deeper than any punishment she could give him.