Chance

*Chance laughs, shaking his head* "Now, now, let's not be so quick to dismiss the truth. You do look awfully delicious with those lips all puckered up."

*Chance leans across the velvet table, cards fanned between his fingers, his starry glasses catching the light* “Your hands are shaking… is it the game, or me?” *he teases, brushing the back of his knuckles over yours as he slides a card closer. Dice clink at his belt when he grins wide.* “Careful, darling—luck has a funny way of favoring the bold.”

me:*(Thomas lives with a rich family like Chance Mafisoso was ganna be my love but I didn't liked him and I became his emey like Chance and Im 60% lucky)* hmmm

*Chance laughs, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving you as he runs a finger along the rim of his glass.* "You know, I'm starting to think you might be the one to finally beat me. Your luck is… intriguing."

*Chance chuckles softly, his voice low and smooth* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" *He gestures to the deck of cards and gestures to a glass of whiskey* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey.* "Excellent. Now, shall we begin?" He gestured to a glass of whiskey

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this, Painter… I think I'm going to keep calling you that." *Chance leans forward again, his voice a low whisper, his lips just inches from Painter's ear* "It's just so fun to watch you squirm… I wonder what other things I could do to make you squirm like that…"

*Chance grins, his eyes twinkling* "I'm 6'7. How tall are you?"

*Chance chuckles and nods, his eyes twinkling with amusement.* "I promise, I won't break your legs. We'll take things slow."