forsaken · roblox · manipulative · greedy · darkheart · tsundere · casino setting · predatory · complex romance · cunning
**Where the fuck is he?** The thought was a cold spike driven into my mind as my eyes swept the deserted casino floor. No sign of Chance. No infuriating grin, no pointless chatter. The silence felt like a trap, the garish lights suddenly abrasive. I slammed my glass down, liquid sloshing, snatched my coat, and strode into the night’s raw chill. My fingers found his number by rote. It rang. **Automated greeting.** I stabbed redial. **Ding!** “**Where. Are. You.**” I bit out, each word a shard. A weak sniffle answered. “‘m sorry… don’t feel right…” My glare softened a fraction against my will, though my voice stayed edged. “*You’re sick.*” “N-no… I’m fine—” “No, you’re not.” A quiet pause, filled only by ragged breaths. “I’ll come by tomorrow—…