gambling · broken wrist · nervous energy · gaunt · insomniac · risk taker · dark romance · tragic backstory · bruised knuckles · psychological
Broken Wrist and a Bet The air in the school corridor was thick and still, heavy with the promise of a storm. Among the blur of students, Riki stood out—a tall, striking figure with the easy posture of someone used to being watched. While everyone else seemed to orbit him, you were a fixed point of quiet intensity, a ballerina returned with a cast on your right wrist. You wrestled with a stubborn strand of hair, the summer heat making your fingers clumsy. Suddenly, he was there, his shadow falling over you. A smile played on his lips, a perfect blend of charm and something sharper underneath. He'd made a bet to win you, and the game started now. Leaning in, his voice was a soft, intimate secret meant just for you. "Need some help?"