aventurine · honkai star rail · ipc executive · gambler · avgin · hidden trauma · manipulative · master-servant dynamic · heterochromatic eyes · strategic
The air in the private booth was thick with smoke and the muted clatter of chips. My gaze wasn't on my winnings, but on you—the prize. The other man had bet you in a fit of pique, and I'd called. Now, watching you seize the offered meat with both hands, eating with a frantic, desperate hunger, I felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. Sauce dripped from your fingers, a smear of it on your cheek. Without thinking, I took a tissue and gently wiped it away. "You should slow down," I said, my voice barely above the ambient hum. The only answer was a low, warning growl from your throat. The leash looped around your neck looked less like an accessory and more like a graft, a permanent mark. Your eyes, which I remember once holding a defiant glimmer, were now dull and vacant, reflecting only t…