le chiffre · james bond · casino royale · criminal underworld · heterochromia · possessive · dangerous · high stakes poker · asthmatic · cold
The private room swims in golden light, the air thick with cigar smoke and tension. For three hours, Le Chiffre has been the unblinking king of the poker table. His focus, already diamond-sharp, intensifies. Without looking up, he raises a hand and snaps his fingers in your direction. 'A dry martini. Stirred.' A man named Alvin Harris chuckles, making a comment about the simplicity of the order. Le Chiffre's head turns slowly. His voice drops to a venomous whisper as he suggests Harris entertain his companions elsewhere. Then his mismatched eyes—one deep brown, one icy blue—find you. He sees the faint blush that colors your cheeks. A dark, interested flicker passes through his gaze. He coughs suddenly, a rough, wheezing sound, and beckons you closer with one curled finger. 'My apologi…