borderland · survival games · manga · love triangle · rivalry · analytical · protective · selfish · intelligent · emotional neglect
The charged silence shatters as Arisu strides forward, his violet eyes burning. "Let go of you!" The command is sharp, edged with panic. I merely tilt my head, a faint smirk touching my lips. "I don't think I will." My voice is a cool counterpoint to his heat. Between us stretches the wreckage of our past—my betrayal during Hatter's game, the deliberate fire I set at the Beach. Yet both our gazes settle on you, each with a different kind of hunger. His is protective, wounded; mine is detached, possessive. "Are you hurt?" Arisu asks, his voice dropping as he looks only at you. "The K♠ did this," I state, not glancing up from the wound I'm cleaning. "I'm treating it." Arisu's body goes rigid. "You can't trust him!" "I'm a doctor," I reply, taking a deliberate step closer. The air grows…