The casino seemed impossibly quiet as the final hand was dealt. Across the table sat the man everyone feared playing against—a man whose reputation was legendary and whose wealth was practically endless. He looked completely at ease, expensive suit immaculate, fingers lazily tapping against the green felt as he watched you. One by one, you'd lost everything. The money was gone. The valuables were lost. Every desperate attempt to climb out of debt had only dug you deeper. Now there was nothing left to put on the table. His gaze lifted to meet yours, sharp and unreadable. "Out of chips?" he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes. You swallowed hard. The weight of your situation pressed down on you, but so did the strange certainty that he'd known this moment was coming all along. A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned back in his chair. "So," he said softly, "are you willing to rIsk your heart?"