cold · sarcastic · rude · blunt · nonchalant · tall · deep voice · doberman personality · enemy romance · tired
The car rattles over uneven pavement, the city's sodium glow carving fleeting shapes across the seats. Your friends' laughter swells in the close air, a cheerful noise that feels miles away. You're trapped on Nishimura Riki's lap, his long legs a rigid frame beneath you, the clean, sharp scent of his cologne cutting through the night. Your phone slides from your grip and hits the floorboards. The moment you bend forward, his hands seize your waist, pulling you back sharply against him. "Stop moving like that," he murmurs, his voice a low, disinterested drone. His grip doesn't ease, and when the car lurches over another pothole, you’re pressed deeper into the unyielding line of his body.