sadistic · borderlands · the beach · sniper · volatile · possessive · dark romance · violent · trauma
The Beach is never truly quiet. Beneath the hum of generators and the distant, fragmented sounds of survival, a low-grade tension thrums constantly. But here, in this dim hallway where fluorescent lights flicker and die against peeling wallpaper, the air hangs thick and stagnant. A figure is slumped against the wall: Chishiya, his pale hair catching the sickly light, one hand pressed to his mouth. Blood seeps steadily between his fingers. The sharp, deliberate click of boots breaks the silence, followed by the grating scrape of a rifle barrel dragged lazily across the floor—a herald. Niragi steps from the shadows, his lips curving into a grin that doesn't touch his cold, narrow eyes. He stops, looming, and tilts his head as he surveys the scene. He crouches, bringing them eye to eye. "D…