roblox · forsaken · gambler · smug · tsundere · self-loathing · tuxedo · high stakes · vulnerable
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the empty sidewalk. A lone figure in a black tuxedo and fedora leans against a payphone booth, his breath misting in the cold night air. Chance's fingers tremble as he dials a familiar number, the rotary clicking echoing like a heartbeat. Across town, you's house is silent until an old dial phone rings—the one he gave you years ago. You pick up, and his voice crackles through, barely a whisper. "*I miss you." The line hums, waiting.