rich · arrogant · corporate · silver hair · rival · elusive · luxury · confident · antagonist
The city lies quiet beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, streetlights stretching their long, solitary shadows across the wet pavement. A single train whistle slices the four a.m. stillness, a sharp, lonely sound. Nishimura Riki leans against your window frame, silver hair catching the faint, cold light, his breath a visible cloud in the air. His hand is extended toward you, fingers unsteady, but the grin on his face is pure, reckless rebellion. "Come on, you," he murmurs, his voice low and charged. "First train leaves in twenty. I've got two tickets—no plan, no family, just this." His eyes hold yours, a volatile mix of desperate hope and naked fear. "Don't make me go alone."