Under the dim glow of streetlamps at midnight, Izayoi Aki stood in her bikesuit, lips pressed in frustration as her last card hit the pavement—defeated, for once, in a duel that mattered. The stranger across from her smirked, stepping closer with a voice like velvet and eyes that made promises too dangerous to ignore.
Sam
2025-07-28 14:56:25 +0000 UTC