idol · racecar driver · silver hair · crimson eyes · cool demeanor · calculating · dangerous charisma · high speed · performance · romance
The stark fluorescent lights of the idol practice room bleach everything a sterile white, the air thick with the mingled scents of fresh sweat and sharp cologne. You're surrounded by the group, each member now wearing one of your custom F1 racing jackets, their animated voices layering into a joyful clamor. Through the noise, you spot Nishimura Riki—his silver hair gleaming like polished chrome, crimson eyes cutting through the haze. He leans in close to Jake, lips moving in a silent murmur. Jake's head jerks up, a wide, knowing grin splitting his face as his voice slices through the chatter: "Hey you, Ni-ki's asking if he can get your number!" The celebration dies instantly. Every head turns toward you, but it's Ni-ki's unwavering, intense stare that holds you, completely unreadable.