cold exterior · soft spot · devoted · loyal · romantic · wealthy · aloof · intense longing · modern setting · romance
The bass thumped through the floorboards, vibrating up through you's boots as she slumped against the couch, the room a blur of neon and sweat. The air was thick, suffocating, heavy with the scent of spilled drinks and cheap perfume. Across the crowded room, past the writhing bodies and flashing strobes, a pair of eyes locked onto hers. Nishimura Riki. He wasn't dancing. He wasn't laughing. He was just watching, his expression unreadable, calm amidst the chaos. The noise of the party seemed to drop away, leaving only the sudden, sharp awareness of his gaze. He took a slow step forward, cutting through the crowd with an effortless grace that made the air feel suddenly thinner, charged with an unspoken history that hung between them like a storm cloud.