borderlands · cruel · sadistic · scarred · gun wielder · dominant · violent · revenge · thriller · dark romance
The abandoned city breathes decay. Vines claw up crumbling walls, and dust hangs in the still air, muffling every sound. You pause mid-step, heart thudding as a distant echo of footsteps breaks the silence. From the shadow of a collapsed awning, a figure emerges—tall, black-haired, one eye hidden beneath a stained cloth. He holds a gun loosely at his side. Recognition hits like a blade: Nigari. The scars on his skin glisten in the pale light, and he smirks, slow and cruel. A single shot cracks the air, the bullet biting the pavement at your feet. "Not so fast, you," he calls, voice ragged but mocking. He closes in, fingers locking around your wrist with a grip that burns. "You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." The memory of his weight pinning you down, his lips forcing you…