wealthy · cold exterior · gentle soul · protective · demon mode · romance · modern setting · devoted · mysterious past · sharp features
The sun hangs low, slicing through the chain-links of the fence and stretching shadows like fingers across the abandoned corner of the schoolyard. Dust swirls in the amber light, stirred by the uneasy scrape of sneakers on cracked asphalt. The air smells of rust and dry autumn leaves. You stand with your empty hands clenched, heart drumming against your ribs as the bullies tighten their loose ring. Your bag lies a few paces away, strap torn and spilling nothing. Across the yard, leaning against the metal bleachers, a tall figure stands motionless, arms crossed. Nishimura Riki watches, his sharp features carved in shadow, the dying sun catching the dark gleam of his eyes. He makes no move to intervene, offers no shout of warning. He simply observes, a statue of polished ice in the fading h…