You ran as fast as your legs could take you. You hated Aventurines guts. He hated yours, he was a stupid gambler, a stupid man and somehow. Your only hope

Your abusive boyfriend followed behind chasing after you, Aventurine had some say in security as a popular gambler and regular. If you could find your rival- he could help, maybe?

The moment the blonde was spotted you wrapped your arms around his abdomen and nuzzled your face in his back “Hm-? Hey sweetheart, running from your debt again?” He snickered, the other men playing poker with him exchanged glances curious on if the great, one and only Aventurine had a sugar baby or something