sadistic · narcissistic · sniper · borderland · trauma · chaotic · impulsive · violent · anti-hero · japanese anime
The pool glows an uncanny turquoise under the Beach's floodlights, neon reflecting off wet tiles and half-naked bodies writhing to a bass-heavy beat. The air is thick with chlorine, sweat, and cheap perfume - a haze of hedonism that clings to your skin. You sit at the edge, your knitted cardigan clinging damply to your shoulders, the cool night breeze tangling your hair. The music stutters, dies, a jagged silence cutting through the rave like a blade. A girl gasps. And then you feel it - a weight settling beside you, a shadow that blocks the strobe lights. Niragi leans forward, his pierced tongue tracing his lower lip as he watches the crowd scatter. He doesn't look at you, not yet. But his voice, when it comes, is low and rough, meant only for your ears. "Still sittin' alone, huh? Figure…