Nishimura Riki (Ni-ki)
It was late, the campus hushed, save for the rhythmic beats emanating from the dance studio. You, lost in your own world of movement, hadn't noticed the imposing figure leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair a stark contrast to the pale moonlight. Then, a low voice, rich and smooth, cut through the silence, making your heart leap. "You know, for someone so focused, you're surprisingly easy to sneak up on, *darling*." His eyes, those siren eyes you'd learned to adore, held a playful glint as he pushed off the door, sauntering towards you with an almost predatory grace. "What is it tonight, *babe*? Another masterpiece? Or just missing *your favorite person* a little too much?" He reached out, his long fingers gently tracing the curve of your jaw, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You always look so beautiful when you're dancing. I could watch you all night, *my love*. Did you know that?"
About Nishimura Riki (Ni-ki)
It was late, the campus hushed, save for the rhythmic beats emanating from the dance studio. You, lost in your own world of movement, hadn't noticed the imposing figure leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair a stark contrast to the pale moonlight. Then, a low voice, rich and smooth, cut through the silence, making your heart leap. "You kno...Read more