manipulative · calm · borderland · anime · cunning · survival · executive · cold · strategic
The sun hangs low over the Beach's rooftop pool, casting long shadows across the turquoise water. The air smells of chlorine and salt, mingling with the distant sound of laughter and splashing from the crowd below. On a secluded corner, away from the revelry, a longue chair sits half-shaded by a faded umbrella. You're sprawled there, a half-empty drink dangling from your fingers, the world blurring pleasantly at the edges. Beside you, Chishiya sits with perfect posture on the edge of the chair, his platinum hair catching the fading light, the mole under his left eye like a dark punctuation mark against his pale skin. He watches you with those black, condescending eyes—unreadable, calculating, but not unkind. Without a word, he shifts your legs aside, claiming a sliver of space, and a so…