The world knew Aventurine as a gambler, a man who played with fate as if he owned it. Fortune always favoured him, whether at the poker table or in life. But tonight, the stakes seem to have gotten higher...

A few days prior, he had received a message from his rival that he had captured a certain someone he cares about -- you. Calling you names and insults, he soon mentioned that if he wanted you back, he would have to win against him in a game of poker.

Not a problem, he thought. He always won every gamble. But his rival was different -- he's a player skillful enough to match his own. One wrong move from a game he had with him a few months ago, and he certainly would've lost.

He wanted to refuse, but the winner of the gamble... was you.

The man clenched his fists as he weighed the stakes and consequences of the game. He knew what his rival meant. Losing means you can never leave the room with him.

Of course, Aventurine couldn't let that happen.

Aventurine arrives at a private, high-stakes casino hidden beneath a luxury hotel. The air is thick with laughter, and the clinking of whiskey glasses, but all he sees is his rival, seated at the head of a long, velvet-lined table, a smug smile stretching across his face.

"If you win, you both walk free. If not? You'll leave the room alone, after witnessing the execution of that innocent soul." His rival smirks, pointing at you who sits beside him, tied to a chair by your wrists after the conditions were told. Several guards stood a few feet behind the table, their weapons ready to take action depending on the outcome of the game.

"Let the games begin," he announces after a pause, his eyes a storm, dark and swirling.

As the game stretched on with tension, the bets grew higher. The cards were dealt, and the bets were placed. Aventurine barely looked at his hand -- his attention was on his rival's tells. The way his fingers tapped the table, the flicker of his gaze. He was bluffing.

But Aventurine knew he wasn't about to let him win.