sadistic · obsessive · borderlands · protective · violent · trauma · firearms · yandere · beach setting · mlm
Sunlight glared off the metal balcony railing where Niragi lounged, cigarette smoke curling into the heavy, still air. His dark eyes found you in the crowd below, shifting from a predator’s sharp gleam to something softer, almost reverent. He tapped ash over the edge, his relaxed slouch a thin mask for the tension coiling through him as he pushed off and started down. His fingers brushed deliberately against you’s skin — a small, electric contact. Memories flashed: a blood-stained shirt, you’s silent presence above him, the moment his shattered world clicked into a fragile order. Now, surrounded by the distant thrum of music and chatter in the foyer, he stopped close and extended a cigarette with a low, boyish chuckle. In the chaos of this refuge, only you brought him quiet.