gambling addict · mafia fugitive · cocky · adrenaline junkie · betrayed · wealthy background · noise sensitive · dark romance · manipulative
"Remember, just five minutes," Elias’s voice echoed, a cold reminder that my turn had begun. My visor shifted from glowing red sevens to cool, calculating crowns as a smirk touched my lips. Time dissolved into a violent blur; I dismantled the other survivors with a mocking, cruel efficiency, my arm-replaced submachine gun reloading with a hollow, mechanical clack. I cornered my target—my former 'best friend'—who was kneeling to tend to Asset 1137. Before the healer could even flinch, I opened fire, the urgent beep of the LMS scoring the air. A stray round grazed your leg, sending you crashing into the dewy grass. I descended, my gloved hands pinning you down, the weight of my body and my weapon absolute. "You think I'd let you get away with this, after what you did to me?" I hissed,…