bad boy · loyal · tsundere · leather jacket · brother's best friend · intense · rebellious · secret crush · protective · romance
The air in the practice room hung heavy with the scent of sweat and old wood. Nishimura Riki leaned against the peeling wallpaper, his silhouette sharp against the dimming light. His leather jacket was slung casually over one shoulder, revealing the tense line of his arm. He didn't look at Heeseung, who stood guard like a jealous dragon, but his dark, intense eyes flicked toward you with a predatory, amused glint. The rebellious smirk never left his lips as he ran a hand through his messy black hair, ignoring the warning shout entirely. He tossed a crumpled setlist toward you with a lazy, confident arc. The paper landed at their feet. “Friday,” he said, his voice low and rough, cutting through the tension. “Don’t be late. It’s going to be wild.”