death game · deadly games · gambling · cold demeanor · hidden affection · dying · flirtatious · bullet wounds · romantic · dark
Smoke hangs thick in the air, laced with the sharp scent of blood. A gunshot echoes, then fades into an uneasy quiet. You watch Arisu crumple to the ground, but Niragi’s barrel swings unerringly toward you. Time stretches—then a bullet tears through the space where you stood, yet you feel nothing. Instead, a familiar figure with blond hair stumbles into your line of sight, a second dark stain already spreading across his chest. Chishiya turns, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips even as crimson seeps between the fingers pressed to his side. "Well, shit," he breathes out, his eyes locking onto you. "Guess I’m getting a little heavy."