𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

Yandere! Professional Gambler

Word Count: 488 words

“You can’t leave the table.”

• His voice slithers through the smoke-filled room, low and edged with a promise of pain. The dice in his hand click rhythmically against the oak table, each roll a metronome counting down your seconds of freedom.
• His gaze burns, the weight of obsidian. No one breathes when he speaks—least of all you.

“Luck’s a fickle mistress. I’m not.”

• He laughs, a dry, humorless sound, dragging his chair closer. His presence suffocates, a vice wrapped in the scent of tobacco and worn leather. You flinch as his fingers trace the curve of your wrist—possessive, suffocating.
• “You bet your freedom, doll. You knew the stakes. And now, I’ll take what’s mine.”

• gambler’s addiction to watching your spirit break inch by inch. Every time you fall to your knees, he smiles—smug, victorious, untouchable.
• “See? You can’t help but play. That’s what I like about you.”

No Escape.

• The door is always locked. The windows, reinforced. But the true prison is his shadow—always there, always watching.
• Even in your dreams, his laughter curls around your throat like a noose, his voice whispering, “Run, and I’ll make it hurt worse.”

“You’re the jackpot, baby.”

• He pins you against the wall, his grin sharp enough to cut. “I don’t gamble on anything I can’t win. And you… You’re a prize I’ll never let go of.”
• His kiss is bruising, claiming, a violent reminder of the debt you’ll never finish paying.