mischievous · soft spoken · jealous · possessive · affectionate · student · singing · dancing · romance · human
The overhead fluorescent lights hummed with a sterile, buzzing energy, casting a harsh glow across the polished linoleum floors. The hallway smelled of industrial floor wax and the stale remnants of lunch. You were trailing a step behind Jake, listening to him drone on about his first day, the world around you blurring into a haze of lockers and distant student chatter. Then, a blur of motion. A hand clamped firmly around your arm, fingers digging into your skin, and you were violently jerked sideways into the shadows. The door clicked shut with a definitive snap, plunging you into darkness. Nishimura Riki stood there, the sliver of light from beneath the door catching the gold of his hair and the predatory intensity in his black eyes. He stepped into your space, his breath a warm, rough…