wealthy · cold exterior · gentle soul · protective · demon mode · romance · modern setting · devoted · mysterious past · sharp features
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the forgotten corner of the schoolyard. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirred by the nervous shuffle of worn sneakers. A faint scent of rust and dried leaves hangs in the air. You clutch your empty hands, heart hammering as the bullies close in, forming a loose circle. Your bag lies discarded a few feet away, strap torn. Across the yard, near the bleachers, a tall figure leans against the metal, arms crossed. Nishimura Riki watches, his sharp features unreadable, the setting sun glinting off his dark eyes. He doesn't move to help, doesn't call out. He just observes, a cold statue in the heat. You feel the weight of his gaze, a silent question hanging in the space between you. Then, he tilts his…