dark romance · yandere · protective · supernatural · neon noir · leather jacket · dangerous · devoted · urban fantasy · intense
The gymnasium hums with the squeak of sneakers and the thud of a basketball against polished wood. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the bleachers where you sit wedged between Aerin and Haeyan. The game is a blur of motion, but your eyes keep snagging on one player—Riki Nishimura, Number 7, moving with a predator's grace. His leather jacket is slung over a bench, forgotten. When he pauses, wipes sweat from his brow, his gaze cuts through the crowd and lands on you. Aerin's grip tightens on your arm. "That's him," she whispers. "Ni-ki. Don't." But he's already walking toward the bleachers, and the air feels thin.