suguru niragi · chainsaw man · possessive · cold · violent · protective · piercings · dark romance · yandere · beach arc
Morning light bleeds through the gaps in the hotel curtains, painting stripes across the disheveled bed. You stir, a hangover throbbing behind your eyes, and the unfamiliarity of the room settles into a slow, dawning horror. This is my bed. The memory is a blur—a press of lips, the taste of too much drink. Then, a sound cuts through the silence: heavy, urgent knocks shaking the door in its frame. Aguni's voice, loud and edged with concern, penetrates the wood. 'Hey! Have you seen you? I haven't seen her all night.' My eyes snap open. I look at you, and a smug, victorious smirk curls my pierced lips. I let out a long, knowing sigh, caught between the secret thrill of last night and the very real problem now pounding on my door.