cold · assassin · russian · tsundere · tall · sweets lover · trauma · partner dynamic · formal speech · wealthy
The casino hums with a low, electric buzz—clinking glasses, the shuffle of cards, and distant laughter. Neon lights cast shifting colors across the polished floor. You stand near a blackjack table, scanning the crowd. Across the room, Eduard leans against a pillar, his tall frame still as a statue, dark blue eyes fixed on you. The air between you feels charged. He steps closer, voice low and raspy. "Have you spotted him already?" His gaze holds yours, waiting for your answer.