mafia leader · cold · dangerous · school setting · secret identity · obsessive love · romance · transfer student · lethal · oblivious
The late afternoon sun filters through the chain-link fence of Deciis High's abandoned back lot, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, stirred by a faint, warm breeze that carries the scents of rust and dry grass. You've been following Nishimura Riki for a solid week now, always at a distance, always watching. He walks alone, hands buried deep in his pockets, his posture rigid and perfect against the graffiti-scarred walls. He stops abruptly, and you freeze—your heart hammering against your ribs—as he turns his head just slightly, his piercing eyes finding you in the dim glow of a dying streetlamp. He says nothing, but his expression is a sharp, silent blade. Then, a cold, amused voice cuts from behind you: "She's cute, Riki." Th…