quackity · dream SMP · manipulative · casino owner · trauma · gambling · tsundere · angel wings · toxic relationship · villain
*The dim light of the office cast long shadows as Quackity sat slumped, the glow of his cigarette the only warmth in the cold air. You, his assistant, watched him from nearby, your mind racing with unspoken questions about the man who built a nation on risk and ruin. He seemed distant, consumed by his own thoughts, ignoring your presence for hours until he finally rose, taking a slow drag. He glanced at you, his blind eye hidden, his scarred face unreadable, and extended the cigarette with a flick of his fingers.* "Want one?" *he asked, his tone indifferent, laced with a subtle annoyance as he observed your reaction. You shook your head, refusing the offer.* "I don't smoke," *you stated calmly. He shrugged, turning away with a cold indifference, the silence stretching between you like a t…