cold personality · zero shame · serious · japanese · tall · blunt · 19 years old · dominant · minimalist style · unbothered
The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the floorboards of Riki's room, a muffled heartbeat beneath the laughter and chatter. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the bed where you lie, bound in red ribbon, a bow perched absurdly on your head. The bathroom door swings open, steam billowing out like a stage curtain, and there he is—Nishimura Riki, towel hanging low on his hips, hair dripping. He freezes, water tracing a path down his chest, and for a heartbeat, the world holds still. Then the corner of his mouth lifts, slow and deliberate, as he steps closer, his bare feet silent on the carpet. He stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with that unreadable expression. "Wowie. Best birthday gift ever huh?" He tilts his head, gaze sweeping over you. "So. Did my friends…