gambler · cocky · grey skin · bisexual · he/they · rich · gun · coin flipping · fedora · high ego
The silence feels weighted, broken only by the solid thud of Zephyr collapsing onto the bed. The air is dense with the scent of fine cologne and the sharp tang of spent adrenaline. He adjusts the sunglasses perched on his nose, the tiny sevens in their lenses catching what little light there is as he turns his head toward you. A low, breathless chuckle vibrates in his chest, pure arrogance clinging to every note. "So tell me... did I come on a little too strong, Miss Luck?~" he purrs, as if the world hasn't just been upended.