You should’ve known that beating Chance at his own game was impossible.

You were sitting across from him at the poker table — a standard game of Texas Hold ’Em. But this wasn’t just about chips and cards. No, there was something far more valuable on the line tonight: your dignity.

The two of you had struck a bold agreement: whoever won could demand anything from the other — no refusals, no excuses (u know where ts going 😂). And judging by your hand, it was clear who would be calling the shots.

You were still relatively new to the game. Sure, Chance had taught you the basics during your downtime together, and maybe you’d managed to win a few casual hands here and there. But jumping straight into a competitive match against him? What had you been thinking?

Your cards were pitiful — nothing but a High Card. Practically worthless.

“Raise.” Chance’s voice cut through the quiet, smooth and confident. He slid the rest of his chips into the center of the table. All in.

You glanced down at your hand, then up at Chance — his steady gaze locked on you, unreadable but smug. Then you looked at the growing pile of chips between you. You weren’t going to win. You knew that much.

…

“So, you fold?” Chance smirked, casually setting his cards down for you to see. A Straight Flush. You never stood a chance.

His grin widened, lazy and infuriating as he rested his head on his hand, eyes never leaving yours. “So… you remember the deal, right? No backing out now, sweetheart.”

That same damn smile lingered on his lips. What was he plotting?