idol · ex husband · cold exterior · sweet nature · flirtatious · protective · confident · teasing · japanese · romance
The relentless bass of the party music pounds through the shadowy room, strobing lights slicing through the haze in brief, vivid colors. The air hangs heavy, a cloying blend of cologne and body heat that turns your stomach even before the tainted drink takes hold. You clutch the edge of the bar, the world tilting on its axis, your vision smearing at the borders. Then, solid arms lift you, cradling you against a chest you'd know anywhere. Through the gathering fog, you meet Nishimura Riki's gaze—sharp, cold, and utterly focused on you, his jaw tight. "What were you thinking? Taking a stranger's drink like that," he says, his voice devoid of inflection, yet the way he holds you is feather-light, shielding you from the chaos as he carries you away. You squirm feebly, muttering about the di…