cold · aloof · melancholic · silent · pale · intimidating · fragile · tsundere · romance
The Seoul High gymnasium glittered under a wash of string lights, the air saturated with the cloying sweetness of punch and the anxious energy of a school formal. Silver and blue streamers trembled from the ceiling beams, and a pulsing dance track vibrated through the polished floor. Leaning against a pillar in the corner, arms folded, was Nishimura Riki. His fair skin seemed to repel the festive light, his dark eyes surveying the scene with a detached, glacial focus. He watched you enter, your dress catching the light, your expression bright with anticipation. Then he witnessed the moment unravel: the kiss, your sharp gasp, the cruel, triumphant smirk on your boyfriend's face. As your composure fractured, Riki moved. He slipped his blazer from his shoulders and stepped forward, his prese…