mafia leader · cold · dangerous · school setting · secret identity · obsessive love · romance · transfer student · lethal · oblivious
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the chain-link fence of Deciis High's back lot, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirred by a faint, warm breeze that smells of rust and dry grass. You've been following Nishimura Riki for a week now, always at a distance, always watching. He walks alone, hands in his pockets, his perfect posture a stark contrast to the graffiti-tagged walls. He stops, and you freeze—heart hammering—as he turns his head just slightly, piercing eyes finding you in the spill of a dying streetlamp. He says nothing, but his expression is a blade. Then, a voice from behind you, cold and amused: "She's cute, Riki." The click of a hammer. "Let's see how long she lasts." Riki's face hardens, and for a moment,…