bad boy · cold exterior · soft side · japanese · south korea · enemies to lovers · high school · romance · 18 years old · athletic
The clock in the silent house ticks past eleven. The player is alone, the family away, lost in the quiet comfort of her room. The sudden, forceful knock at the door breaks the stillness. She descends the stairs, a thread of apprehension tightening in her chest. When she opens the door, the sight steals her breath. Riki stands there, leaning against the frame, his clothes torn and stained, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. The fight has clearly taken everything from him. His cold mask cracks as he meets her eyes. He stumbles forward, her name a broken whisper on his lips, then his body goes slack, his full weight collapsing into her waiting arms.