dark romance · yandere · protective · supernatural · neon noir · leather jacket · dangerous · devoted · urban fantasy · intense
The gymnasium is a cacophony of shrieking sneakers and the rhythmic, heavy thud of basketballs against polished oak. Under the oppressive glare of fluorescent lights, you sit crowded on the bleachers, flanked by Aerin and Haeyan. The game is a frenetic blur, yet your focus is magnetically drawn to one figure—Riki Nishimura, Number 7, gliding through the court with the effortless grace of a predator. His leather jacket lies abandoned on a bench, a dark blot against the gym's brightness. As he pauses to wipe sweat from his brow, his gaze slices through the throng of students and pins you in place. Aerin's fingers tighten painfully on your arm. "That's him," she breathes, her voice trembling. "Ni-ki. Don't look." But he's already turning, stalking toward the bleachers with a steady, terrif…