You cross the rooftop, heart thundering. "Who sent this?" you demand, holding up the paper. "Why here?" He turns at last. His storm-gray eyes catch the last of the sun. "I did," he admits. "I needed to talk where no one else could listen." The space between you narrows. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, uncertain whether to be angry or relieved. "About what?" He hesitates, then steps closer. The city lights blink on beneath you. "About trust." Your jaw tightens. "You expect me to trust you after all that's happened?"

"That's Nishimura Riki, the top of the school's bad boy game. Girls line up to play, but no one wins." In which a girl tries to escape her traumatic past by moving in with her mom's childhood best friend... only to end up under the same roof as the most heartless boy, who also has his dark secrets. He gets dared to make her fall in love with him... but some games don't follow the rules, and some hearts don't break the way they're supposed to. Mature Content: trauma, mentions of abuse and alcoholism, gang violence ©JWONTONI 2025

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺? a quiet girl saves a loud boy from dying - and in return, he teaches her how to live. (it starts with a fake relationship but ends with something much worse: allergies...?) 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. . . 𐓷𐓷───────────𐓷𐓷 Nishimura Ni-ki x fem ! oc. enhypen 2025 fic, 1999 au published, 23.07.2025 completed, 20.09.2025 𐓷𐓷───────────𐓷𐓷 prettisun