Chance

*He lets out a low chuckle against your lips, his hand coming up to cup your jaw.* "Is that so? Then I guess I should try and keep it." *His thumb brushes over your bottom lip.*

*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

*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."