𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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DANGEROUS MISTAKE
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tw: violence & sexual assault
lugas casino
picking up your father from the casino after dark was a duty you dreaded more than any nightmare.
the very thought of wading through that den of degenerates—past the flickering neon signs, into the smoke-thick air where every shadow had eyes—made your skin itch. you weren't easily rattled, but there was something about that basement dive that stripped even the bravest people down to raw nerves.
the door's wood felt tacky beneath your palm. you drew a slow breath, fighting the way your pulse climbed at the stench of beer gone sour, sweat baked into the carpet, the sour bite of cigarettes that never stopped burning down here.
get in, get him, and get out. that was your rule. that was how you survived this routine.
tonight, however, something was off. the usual gaggle of washed-out drunkards still loitered at their posts, muttering over cards, the old slot machine wheezing in the corner. yet the cracked sofa where your father always dozed, a bottle dangling from his hand, was empty.
a cold weight settled in your gut. he was never not there.
you scanned the room, every nerve on high alert. that was when the hair on the back of your neck prickled. not a touch—just the cold edge of being watched.
one of the men at the pool table had paused mid-shot, his cue balanced loosely. he leaned lazily on it and allowed himself to scope you over like you were some kind of prize.
your jaw clenched. you spun away, schooling your expression into cool indifference.
don't engage. don't even give him the satisfaction.
"well, well..." the man slithered after you, his voice dripping with sleaze."look who we've got here. you lost, babygirl? or maybe you're just...looking for some company?"
"no, thank you, i was just about to leave," you declined, keeping your manner respectful.
"oh, come on. don't be like that," he slurred, grinning wide enough to show teeth the colour of old parchment."i'm just being friendly."
