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i lean back, satisfaction settling in my chest. i won.

the front man steps forward, his presence commanding as the room falls into silence.

"the game has ended," he announces, his deep voice cutting through the lingering tension. "and the winner is... tiger."

"well played," the wolf-masked vip nods.

"we underestimated you," another admits.

"not bad for your first time," the deer-masked vip adds, though his tone is tight, forced.

i nod in return, accepting their words. as the others begin leaving, i take my time, waiting until i'm the last one left.

just as i turn to leave, a low chuckle fills the space behind me.

"good game," the front man says, his voice laced with something unreadable. amusement? curiosity?

i stop, glancing over my shoulder before facing him fully.

then, with complete calm, i say, "well, don't ever underestimate me again."

he tilts his head slightly, considering my words. then, in one smooth motion, he steps closer - close enough that i can feel the weight of his presence.

his gloved fingers move, and before i can react, he pulls his gun out, holding it effortlessly.

"or what?" he murmurs, voice low, daring.

i don't flinch. i don't step back. i just look at him, my gaze steady despite the gun he so effortlessly holds.

"is threatening me with a gun really the only thing that gives you power?" i ask, my voice calm.

he doesn't answer right away. instead, his fingers flex around the gun, as if considering whether or not i'm even worth a response.

the silence lingers between us, thick with something unspoken.

then, slowly, he lowers the gun - not because i won, but because he chose to.

"careful, tiger," he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement. "you might start sounding like a threat yourself."

i hold his gaze for a moment longer before stepping back.

"i don't make threats," i say smoothly. "i make promises."

i step closer, closing the space between us until there's barely any air left between our bodies. my hand moves slowly, deliberately, wrapping around his gun.

then, without hesitation, i guide it to my chest.
his grip tightens, but he doesn't pull away.

"go on," i murmur, my voice steady. "just shoot me right now. right here."

the air between us thickens, charged with something neither of us acknowledge.
he doesn't move, doesn't react the way most men would. instead, after a beat of silence, he chuckles-low, dark, amused.

"you're funny," he says, tilting his head slightly, as if he's genuinely entertained.

his fingers tighten around the gun, but he doesn't pull the trigger. he doesn't even try to move my hand away.

i keep my eyes locked on his mask, searching for something, anything behind it.

but all he does is stand there, completely still, completely in control. and for some reason, that makes my chest tighten more than the gun ever could.

''what? too afraid now?'' i provoke him, pushing the gun even harder to my chest.

suddenly with his finger he lifts my chin. his touch firm, yet soft.

"you're way too pretty to die," he murmurs, his voice smooth, laced with amusement. "that'd be such a waste."

my heart pounds against my chest, but i don't let it show. instead, i let out a quiet scoff. "you don't even know what i look like."

his thumb brushes just slightly against the underside of my jaw.

"your lips and eyes tell me enough," he says simply.

my breath catches for just a second, but i mask it quickly, forcing a smirk instead.

his grip doesn't falter, and for the first time since stepping into this world, i feel something i can't quite place - something just as dangerous as the games themselves.

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did that just really happen??? like excuse me, sir, did you just casually flirt with a gun in your hand???

the tension, the control, the way he's so unreadable but also saying just enough to mess with her head? yeah, i'm obsessed.

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