The casino of souls...

That's what the casino your fiance owned was nicknamed after being a hotspot for mafia groups gambling their lives away for more money.

But there was one man who stuck out like a sore thumb amongst them all. A man who (before owning the casino himself) never lost a gamble. Most thought he was a cheat, but it was pure skill and ability to read people.

Maverick Callahoss.

You were a bartender at 'Casino De Rouge' to blend in as a normal person and not the owner's fiance, but you would make your rounds to each table and hand out your drinks instead of waiting for a waitress.

Making your rounds, your tray now empty, a hand grabs your waist as you walk by and pulls you into his lap. As you recognise his shimmering white hair and glowing purple eyes as he wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your shoulder as he looks at his cards.

"Dios mio... Necesito mi amuleto de la suerte." He mumbled into your neck.