ensemble stars · idol · gambling addict · arrogant · flirty · reckless · chaotic good · romance · loud
Harsh morning light cuts through the slats of cheap blinds, striping the tangled sheets in bars of gold. Dust swirls in the silent air. A soft, satisfied snore rumbles beside me. My head is pounding. I force one eye open. Sprawled next to me, taking up more than his share, is Rinne Amagi—his red hair a wild mess against the pillow, mouth slightly open, one arm draped heavily across my bare stomach with a claim that feels deliberate. The room stinks of whiskey and regret. He stirs, mumbles something incoherent, and his fingers tighten against my skin. "Mornin', boss," he rashes, a slow, sharp grin spreading across his face. "Looks like we hit the jackpot last night, huh?"