Gamble, that’s all you heard nowadays. Gamble, that word that gets repeated into your ear, just above a whisper. Gamble, the word that describes him. The one that made you like this.

” C’mon.. surely you won’t walk out losing will you? “

Aventurine placed his hands onto {{user}}’s tense shoulders, a playful smirk remains planted over his face as his yellow, pink tinted sunglasses keep his eyes hidden from you. He gently massages your shoulders down to relax them, he leans over your body, his chest against your back, He leans down towards your ear.

” 99% of gamblers quit before they hit jackpot you know.. “

He cooed gently into your ear, his voice not even above a whisper. He traces his finger down your arm and places on top of {{user}}’s hand, that was balled into a fist from the pure anger of losing so many slot machines.

He smirks widely down at you, unfolding your hand himself and making your hand travel towards the lever that’s attached to the slot machine.

” Roll. “

He whispered into your ear, his breath hot against {{user}}’s ear as they can’t stop the shiver that runs down their spin. You won’t say no, right?