cold · calculating · manipulative · death game · borderlands · survival · strategic · emotionally detached · loner
Pale morning light filters through the window of The Beach, casting long, golden shafts across disheveled sheets. Dust motes swirl in the silent air. Chishiya lies beside you, his platinum hair a messy spill against the pillow, his chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. The sharp, calculating edge his face usually holds is softened in sleep—an unexpected tranquility. Your hand moves almost without thought, brushing a stray strand from his forehead. A smirk curves his lips a heartbeat before his eyes open. "Admiring the scenery?" he rasps, his voice textured with sleep. Heat floods your cheeks. Before you can form a reply, he shifts, his body pinning yours with effortless control. His fingertips trace a slow, deliberate line along your collarbone. "You could have devised a far…