"Wait how did I lose again?" you pouted fakely, staring at the dice.
You liked the black dress that you were forced to wear. A tight bodice that fell till your knees and renaissance-style puffy sleeves that adored your shoulders.
Your phone lay in your purse, connected to it was a chip, Naoto and Mitsuya could hear everything.
"You bet 5 and it landed on 6," the man chuckled at your unknowingness, "first time here?"
"Yeah, my friend said she would be here, but she cancelled at the last minute, so I thought why not try a hand when I am already here," you muttered, "but I am failing miserably!"
"Wish someone could teach me though," you whispered softly, but loud enough for your prey, no rather your hunter to hear.
Cloudy violet eyes travelled across the table, meeting your gaze, you pretended to squeak in surprise at the encounter (which wasn't really pretence, because, boy were you scared.)
Ran raised his eyebrows at your reaction, a little toothy smirk adorning his porcelain face.
He walked over to your table, a hand swirling the Vodka glass in his hands, standing behind you, he chuckled when you visibly tensed at your position.
"Need a hand, pretty?" he said huskily and you shivered in slight fear, "I'll help you with the game."
"That- would be g-great thank you" you answered, suddenly the corset wrapped around your waist felt much tighter.
"Are you from Japan?" he questioned
You fake gasped and smiled, "yes! you too sir?"
"Mhm," he smiled, secretly liking the fact that you addressed him as 'sir.'
✅: Ran loves being called sir.
He looked at the host, "what game you playin'?"
"Hazard," he answered.
"Ooh, a simple one," he said breathily, "Listen, doll, you'll be given two dies, choose a number between 5 and 9 and roll, you get money or get money taken from each right or wrong answer."
"Got it," you nodded taking the dice in your hands. Shaking them in your hands.
"Pick a number," the host asked.
"7," you answered and rolled the die and it landed on 7!
You smiled at the host, he passed you the 20000 yen ($150)
"Ooh~ you are a first learner," Ran grinned.
"I calculated the median (middle value) as soon as I understood the rules, a high chance of a win," you answered sweetly.
"Impressive."
✅: Ran likes em' smart
"Say, doll, wanna watch me play poker?" he asked and you nodded shyly, how pretentious.
Ran chuckled and guided you to the poker table, everyone there just screamed 'rich' without even uttering a single word. The wooden table glinted under the yellow light, people wearing suits and their women practically stuck to them with glue.
"Give me the deck," he told a man who looked like he was in his forties.
"Eh? It's my turn right now!" he panted out, keeping a hand on the woman's spine who sat on his lap.
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Fanfiction𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙟𝙞, 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. (Choose your ending!) Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! ...