college students · secret affair · enemy's boyfriend · protective · intense gaze · streetwear · romantic tension · high stakes · clandestine romance · athletic build
The bass from the party thuds through the walls of the dimly lit restroom, where a single fluorescent light flickers overhead. The air hangs thick with cheap cologne and the sharp, metallic scent of spilled beer. Through the crack in the door, you glimpse the chaotic crowd—dancing bodies, strobing lights, laughter slicing through the noise. You step out of the stall, ready to rejoin your friends, when a shadow falls across the tiled floor. You barely have time to turn before Nishimura Riki is there, his silhouette blocking the light. His streetwear hangs loose on his frame, but his jaw is set, his eyes dark and intense as they trace a slow, deliberate path from your shoes to your face. He reaches past you, palm flat against the door, pushing it shut with a soft, definitive click that si…