Eyes Of A Demon (King Dice x OC/reader)

Chap. 1

The night was cold and the air was wet and heavy with salt from the ocean that surrounded the isles. In the distance the sound of waves crashing against the rocky cliff faces could be heard along with the distant echo of slot machines ringing out. The closest sounds were Grace's own foot steps, tenitive and unsure and the sound of her cane rolling gently across the concrete pavement below her feet, feeling out ahead of her for anything that may cause her to trip.
Grace had never been to this isle before so she didn't trust the paths as she slowly found her way along the mostly empty streets to find her father.
Three days. The man had been gone three damn days. He left her home alone for three days and while he was gone the bank left a lovely little note that the kind man who brought it was overly happy to read for her. They were being evicted if he didn't make a payment on their home within the next week.
Normally she would have figured it out somehow, gone to the bank and extended the payment period or sold a few things of worth that she managed to keep from her father and make a small payment of faith but this time she tried that and it didn't work. The bankers laughed in her face, telling her that they were tired of the deadbeats that she and her father clearly were.
She was used to people calling her a dead beat but now people were beginning to look down on her and she was done. His reputation was tarnishing hers and she had had enough.
She understood his reasons behind his addictions, she really did. Losing her mother in childbirth had taken its tole on her father and having to raise a blind child single handedly w as stressful for sure but enough was enough. He needed to grow up and deal with his problems head on and she was gonna show him how by dealing with him.
Finally as she turned a corner she caught a weak wiff of cigar smoke and booze and it turned her stomach a little. She hated those smells because that's how her father smelled everytime he came home.
She made her way forward, her confidence and nerves beginning to unravel as she began to think about how she was going to find her father in such a place, as she drew closer she could hear quite well how busy the place was and she was afraid of going in and getting turned around and not being able to find her way back out. She understood the place was massive after all, it lead directly into Hell.
She felt her cane bump into the first step of the casino's staircase up to the front door and she could hear the slots, loud talking and laughing and even some nice big band music in the background of it all.
None of it sounded inviting and the smell of cigar smoke and cheap booze was so much stronger where she now stood. She really wasn't sure if she SHOULD even go in at all. She could just turn around, go home and maybe try and sell something else, maybe her mother's old costume jelwery? Not like Grace ever wore it. She didn't much care for things like that, they seemed pointless to her but... they were still her mother's... and they probably weren't even worth anything anyway. No... no she had to get her father and whatever money he still had on him and get him home.
She started slowly ascending the stairs and her heart began to hammer and she found the door and stepped inside.
There were people everywhere and so much noise that it hurt her ears. She wanted to leave but she shook her head. No. She could do this. Her father liked slot machines right? Well that shouldn't be hard to fine...right?
She tried using her cane to make her way around but it was far too crowded and she didn't wanna hit anyone and draw attention to herself so she pulled up her coat collar and pull down her hat to cover her face, realizing a blind girl walking through a casino would be something odd to see for the patrons so hiding her eyes and her cane was best.
She eventually managed to push through the crowd and she stumbled forward and nearly fell when two strong hands caught her and pulled her close to their chest.
"Whoa there darlin! Easy now!" Said a beautiful luxurious velvet warm voice that held a bit of a Louisiana twang to it.
"I-I am so sorry. I'm such a clutz!" She said, pushing herself to stand up on her feet again and he released her from his grasp as her face turned the deepest shade of red from embarrassment.
"Ahh don't worry over it darlin. No harm. No foul, no bruise." He said with a small throaty chuckle and her heart flew into her throat.
His voice was so attractive and his arms had felt so strong before and... and boy did he smell good. He had a strong cologne that overpowered the smell of smoke and booze and it was very welcome to her nose.
"You seem a bit lost." He mused, as he bent down to try and get a better look at her face but she bowed her head, hearing him shift down to her level.
"Is it that obvious?" She asked with a small smile, folding her hands in front of herself.
"Maybe just a little." He teased, "my name is King Dice. I'm the manager here at this fine establishment and as such it is my job to help fine young ladies such as yourself in whatever they may need so what can I do for you?"
The manager? He worked here? For the devil himself!? No wonder he sounded so attractive, he had to be for his work. "Well i... I'm looking for my father. He should be by the slots but I uh... well I think I got a bit turned around." She said, brushing a stray strand of her pitch black hair behind her ear.
"I'll say you did. You're gonna want to turn around and go back through the main loby area and turn into the room with 'SLOTS AND DOTS' written above the door." He said warmly.
"Oh... um... well see... I won't be able to read that lable or...even find the door."
"Why is that?" He asked, curious.
She lifted her face to let him see her and though she couldn't see it his cheeks turned a lovely shade of lavender as he blushed. She was lovely.
Her face was framed with night sky black hair and her lips were full and pink as a peach, she had a delicate little nose and beautiful big eyes that were... a milky shade of blue grey that seemed to look at nothing. Oh...
"Oh you can't see. Well then I'd be happy to escort you and help you find your father. Take my arm and we can be off." He said, offering her his arm.
She smiled again and slipped her hand onto his strong forearm, feeling muscles rippling under the soft fabric of his suite jacket and he began to lead her through the crowd effortlessly, people seeming to step out of his way as he walked so she didn't feel so crowded. She could hear the slots much better now as they approached them and now she just had to find her father.