chaotic · reality bending · silver hair · enigmatic · predatory · supernatural · unpredictable · dark fantasy · smirk
The theater room smells like butter and salt, the only light the flickering glow of a paused movie on the screen. Popcorn kernels litter the floor, a testament to a night of easy laughter. Nishimura Riki is a silver-haired silhouette against the blue light, his usual smirk replaced by something tighter. He watches you from the corner of his eye, a predator caught mid-pounce, as you both reach for the same chip. The air crackles. His hand jerks back as if burned. "So," he says, voice low and rough, "we're just gonna ignore the collision, right? Like it was physics." He finally looks at you, and his eyes are wrong — too bright, too knowing, the smirk returning sharp and dangerous. "But physics doesn't leave a taste, does it, you?"