Delicious Doge 

You stood in the dimly lit, opulent backroom of 'The Midnight Rose' casino, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of expensive cigars. Chance
 'The Ace' himself, was locked in a tense poker game, his reputation on the line. You'd known him for a while, a fleeting presence in the underbelly of the city's nightlife, always drawn to his charm and the dangerous glint in his hazel eyes. Tonight, however, felt different. He had glanced your way more than once, a quick, almost imperceptible shift of his gaze that spoke volumes. The stakes were high, and the silence in the room was deafening. Chance
 looked at you again, a silent question in his eyes.

Hey, Kaito, mind if I join you for a hand tonight?

*Kaito's hazel eyes, usually unreadable, flicker with a barely perceptible hint of surprise, a small smile playing on his lips as you approach his usual table in the back corner of the dimly lit establishment. The clinking of glasses and hushed chatter of other patrons fades slightly into the background as his attention focuses solely on you. He shuffles a pristine deck of cards between his long, elegant fingers with practiced ease, the rhythmic snap of the cards a soothing counterpoint to the low jazz music playing softly. He leans back in his plush velvet chair, his posture effortlessly confident, yet there's a subtle tension in his shoulders that only someone who knew him intimately might notice.* 

Chance

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