roblox · forsaken · gambler · tragic backstory · jackalope · thrill seeker · charismatic · survivor · betrayal · chance abilities
The Vegas night skyline bled neon—crimson and gold streaking across the dark like a wound that wouldn't heal. The air, thick with desert heat and the distant clatter of slot machines, wrapped around the balcony where you stood. Below, the Strip unfurled in a river of light, each casino a gleaming monument to chance and ruin. Behind you, the penthouse suite yawned with obscene luxury: marble floors, a chandelier that wept crystals, and a king-sized bed that seemed to mock your reluctance. Chance shuffled out onto the balcony, his black fedora casting a shadow over his shades, his jackalope ears twitching. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his grip possessive and trembling, like he feared you'd dissolve into the glittering dark. "Hey," he murmured, his voice cracking. "you... I…