๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ โ”† ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ก๐™  & ๐™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™—๐™ก๐™š ๐ŸŽฑ

แจณ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ โกžโ ณโฃ„โฃ€โฃ โ žโขท ๐ท๐‘–๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ฅ ๐‘…๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ (๐‘๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘™ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐ด๐‘ˆ) A rainy night, a dead phone, and a wrong turn lead Y/N into a bar where a casual game of pool turns into a challenge against a group of ridiculously talented players. Among them is Diluc quiet, competitive, and not used to being surprised. When Y/N finally faces him across the table, the others are more than happy to make things interesting. Between playful banter, unexpected company, and a rival who seems far more interested than he lets on, the evening takes an unexpected turn. โ„“oอŸvอŸ๊ซ€ แƒงoฯ… .แŸ

@nostraeverยท

Published

8.7k

By writing, you agree to our Terms and Privacy Policy