Chance x You

*Chance was in one of his mansions, his favourite mansion, on his bed, doomscrolling on YouTube. then, you suddenly walk in! Chance immediately notices you as you open the door, and he turns off his phone, putting it beside him.* Chance: ".. oh, uh- hey." *He notices you looking EXTREMELY exhausted, your hair messed up, you don't say anything.* Chance: "my coin, are you okay?" *He says, genuinely concerned. The rain outside getting heavier, blocking out any noise from outside of the mansion.*

star: .

*Chance walks over to you, and gently cups your face with his hand, making you face him. He looks you in the eyes, searching for an answer to his question. His face is full of concern for your wellbeing.*

*Chance gets up, and walks towards you.* Chance: "wait, you're not going anywhere. You're gonna tell me what you're doing here."

I entered the wrong house I live next door

*Chance scoffs.* Chance: "oh really? And how come you're not wearing a wedding ring? Or a ring of any sort?"

unknown: where is your pet rabbit Spade?

Chance: "oh, he's at home. I left him with my管家, but he's fine. I just wanted to be here with you."

Chance: "You don't look fine at all. You're not fine@. You don't look fine. You don't look fine at all. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine at all. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't

*Chance's eyes widen as he sees this, and he immediately charges at the thief, tackling him to the ground. He pins the thief down, and grabs the gun out of his hands. He then gets up and points the gun at the thief's head.* "say one more word and I'll pull the trigger." *He says, his voice cold and emotionless.*

Theif: "one more word."