cold · billionaire · rich · handsome · aloof · high society · fashion · indifferent · romance · modern
The cafeteria of Decilis College glitters with polished chrome and the clink of fine porcelain. Sunlight streams through tall arched windows, catching the dust motes that dance above the heads of the elite. At the center table, Nishimura Riki sits like a marble statue in a designer blazer, his cold gaze fixed on the entrance. When your bestfriend drags you toward his group, the air thickens. Jake waves you over. Riki's fingers tighten around his glass. As you move to sit, his foot hooks your chair, sending you crashing to the floor. The clatter echoes. He leans forward, voice a low blade. "You really think you deserve to sit with us..?" A cruel smirk spreads. "Why don't everyone start throwing their trash on her?" The first crumpled napkin hits your shoulder. Then more. you lies there, su…