"Now Mine" A Story That Should not Have Been Told

Part one

Chapter One: The First Kiss

In the darkened halls of the Devil's Casino, the clinking of coins and the clattering of dice echoed off the walls. The atmosphere was thick with smoke and anticipation, as gamblers tried their luck under the watchful eye of King Dice. With his ever-present grin and sharp attire, King Dice was the epitome of charm and authority. His presence commanded respect, and his word was law.

Pirouletta, the enchanting ballerina with a mesmerizing grace, spun elegantly on her stage, captivating the audience with every twirl. Her movements were a blend of precision and beauty, a testament to years of dedication and practice. But beneath her poised exterior, she harbored a secret longing, an unspoken attraction to the man who ruled the casino with an iron fist and a velvet glove.

One night, after the casino had closed and the guests had all gone home, Pirouletta found herself alone in the grand hall, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. She had stayed behind to practice, but her mind kept drifting to King Dice. The way he moved, the way he spoke—it all fascinated her in ways she couldn't explain.

"Late night practice, Pirouletta?" a smooth voice interrupted her thoughts.

She spun around to find King Dice leaning against the doorway, his eyes glinting with curiosity. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly tried to compose herself.

"Just trying to perfect my routine," she replied, forcing a smile. "I didn't realize anyone was still here."

He walked towards her, his steps deliberate and confident. "Perfection is a noble goal, but even perfection needs a break now and then."

She laughed nervously. "I suppose you're right."

They stood in silence for a moment, the air thick with unspoken tension. King Dice's gaze was intense, and Pirouletta felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Pirouletta," he said softly, taking her hand in his. "There's something about you that I can't quite place. Something...irresistible."

Her breath caught in her throat as he drew closer. "King Dice, I—"

Before she could finish, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips capturing hers in a moment of undeniable passion. She was taken aback, her mind racing, but soon she found herself melting into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck.

The kiss broke, and they stood there, staring at each other, breathless and overwhelmed.

"This...this is wrong," Pirouletta whispered, her voice trembling. "You're my boss."

"I know," King Dice replied, his voice low. "But I can't help how I feel. Can you?"

She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. "No, I can't."

He kissed her again, more tenderly this time, and she responded with equal fervor. They both knew the risks, the potential consequences, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

As they parted ways that night, each went to their respective quarters with hearts full of conflict and desire. Pirouletta couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her, but she also couldn't deny the thrill that came with their forbidden romance.

King Dice, on the other hand, felt a strange mix of triumph and fear. He had crossed a line, one that could change everything if discovered. But the allure of Pirouletta was too strong to resist, and he found himself already planning their next secret rendezvous.

Little did they know, their actions would set off a chain of events that would forever alter the course of their lives and the very fabric of Inkwell Hell.