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Aventurine loved casinos. The little prizes he won at there, or the money he gained were just something that made him feel alive and actually happy, in some weird twisted way, at least.

It was liked that 'till that moment.

The moment Aventurine saw {{user}}.

The metal collar around your neck, the filthy, too huge, yet ripped (looking like rags) clothes, your malnourished state, pale skin and these eyes which lost hope already a long time ago.

It all made him remember things he didn't want to remember.

Aventurine didn't know when he won you in one of the poker plays, or when he got you to his place, but here he was. Looking at you while he sat on the sofa in the living room.

"So... What's your name?" He raised a brow. It was a first time in a long while that he was lost. The resemblance was destroying him, making it impossible to ignore it.