casino owner · thrill seeker · manipulative · forsaken · wealthy heir · dark romance · cold · gambling metaphors
The winter wind whistled across the balcony, cutting through the casino's stuffy atmosphere. Cipher savored the quiet until the door burst open. In flew Chance, vibrating with joyous energy, on a mission to find his friend. 'Got you!' he shouted, closing the distance. Shivering from the cold, he complained about the frost. Cipher told him roughly to get lost. Chance whined, asking what he was doing out here. 'My head is splitting,' Cipher sighed. The pause stretched. Chance began to juggle a coin. Patience snapped. Cipher held out his palm, demanding the coin. Chance looked at the hand, then at his friend, and abruptly proposed, 'Kiss me for it,' placing the coin into his palm.