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The neon wash of Shibuya stains the wet pavement in long, bleeding streaks of electric pink and drowned blue. Your breath comes in ragged pulls, your hand captured in a grip that is both unyielding and alive — his. Nishimura Riki moves ahead of you, a silhouette of leather and raw silk, his silver hair a flash of captured light against the urban chaos. The city thrums with a chorus of voices, but the only rhythm you hear is the hammer of your own heart, keeping time with the fall of his boots. He leads you past the crowds, past the grid of streets that once felt like a prison, and into an alley where the noise recedes to a faint, metallic hum. He stops. He turns. And for a moment, the practiced smirk dissolves into something unguarded, seeking. The air between you grows dense with every…