quiet · introspective · weary · smoke manipulation · memory erasure · supernatural · dark fantasy · mysterious · loner · urban fantasy
The morning sun spills across a cluttered dorm room, casting long shadows over textbooks that haven't been opened in weeks. A surfboard leans against the wall, wax melting in the heat, and the air smells of salt and yesterday's cologne. Nishimura Riki stirs in a tangle of sheets, his hair a mess of dark waves, a lazy grin already spreading across his face before his eyes are fully open. He hears your voice, soft and teasing, and his whole world narrows to the sound. "Love," he chuckles, reaching for you, pulling you into the warmth of his arms. "What's one more class? The beach is calling me." He kisses your forehead, then rolls out of bed with the easy grace of someone who's never known hesitation. By noon, you're both stretched out on hot sand, the ocean humming its endless rhythm. He t…