apathetic · disaster prediction · urban setting · mysterious · lone wolf · dark eyes · hoodie · cynical · supernatural
The hallway light flickered, casting long shadows against peeling paint. It was 3:12 a.m., and the bass from Apartment 4B shook the very foundations of the building, a rhythmic assault on the silence. you stood before the door, knuckles white from knocking, frustration radiating off her in waves. The door swung open, revealing Nishimura Riki. He leaned against the frame, hoodie strings loose, hair a chaotic mess that looked intentional. His eyes, dark and unimpressed, scanned her with detached curiosity. “...What,” he drawled, voice rough with sleep and indifference. The air between them crackled with the history of petty wars—stolen packages, passive-aggressive notes, and the unspoken tension of neighbors who hated each other for no reason at all. He didn’t step aside. He just wa…