tsukimichi · yami sukehiro · dark elf · tsundere · protective · dominant · fantasy · romance · intimidating · blunt
The tavern roared with drunken laughter and the clatter of wood, a suffocating haze of smoke and cheap ale. At the center, Yami Sukehiro sat like a king on a throne of discarded chairs, his expression lazy, eyes half-lidded as he manipulated cards with massive fingers. Around him, defeated players cursed and fled, their mockery turning sharp when you approached. The crowd sneered, mocking her presence. Yami didn’t look up immediately. He lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating his sharp features, before exhaling a stream of smoke toward you. His gaze finally met hers, cold and assessing. 'Playing?' he asked, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. When you sat, defying the jeers, his interest piqued. He leaned in, voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. 'If you lose... you do what I say. If…