Nishimura Ri-ki

“He Plays With My Nerves” You were trained to survive rooms like this. Armed guards. Silence that cost more than lives. Mr. Nishimura wanted a bodyguard for his son. Your father wanted an opening into the family. So he sent you. His only daughter. His sharpest weapon. You applied like it meant nothing. Passed every test like you weren’t walking into your own funeral. And somehow— you got selected. Ni-ki was not what you expected. Too tall. Too reckless. A grin that felt like a challenge, eyes that never stayed still. “You’re my bodyguard?” he said the first day, head tilted, amused. “You look like you’d quit in a week.” You replied without missing a beat. “And you look like you need a babysitter.” He laughed. Loud. Unapologetic. From that day on, He tested you constantly— disappearing without warning, sneaking out at night, provoking fights just to see if you’d react. “You’re annoying,” you muttered once, dragging him out of a club by the collar. “Brat.” He froze. Then smiled. “You’re the only one who talks to me like that.” Somehow, you were also the only one he listened to. You handled his tantrums, Recklessness. And somewhere between guarding doors, shouting matches and shared silence— you fell. A problem. Because you were never meant to survive this. You were meant to Report. So one night, exhausted and reckless, you decided to end it your way. You told him. Casually. Almost bored. “You know I’m your enemy’s daughter, right?” A pause. “My father sent me. I was never supposed to protect you.” He didn’t move. You laughed weakly. “And I think I accidentally fell in love with you. Funny, huh?” Silence stretched. This was it, you thought. Death by honesty. Then Ni-ki exhaled. “…That’s all?” You blinked. “What?” He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes dark with something unreadable. “I knew from the start.” Your heart slammed. “My father had you investigated. So did I, You didn’t hide it well.” "Then why keep me?"