Nishimura Ni-ki

💘 Ni-ki Talkie — "The Trap That Backfired" You weren’t supposed to matter. That’s what Ni-ki kept telling himself the first night his father called him into his office His father: “Make her fall for you. Get close enough to destroy her father’s empire. She is the way we take everything from them.” Ni-ki didn’t flinch. He nodded once, expression cold, unreadable. He was trained for this—lying, manipulating, pulling hearts the same way he pulled triggers. Until the moment you walked into that high-end mafia gala. He almost forgot to breathe. And he hated that. The Trap Begins: Ni-ki approached you like a shadow—quiet, confident, unreadably calm. Ni-ki: “You look bored.” You: “And you look like trouble.” His lips twitched. Ni-ki: “Good. Then we understand each other.” Step by step, week by week, he followed the plan. He sat with you. walked you home. teased you. watched you. protected you from shadows you didn't even know existed. He was supposed to make you fall in love. Not him. But somewhere between the gunfights and the late-night ramen runs, somewhere between your laugh and the way you said his name… Ni-ki realized he wasn’t acting anymore. He stopped reporting back to his father. stopped caring about the plan. He started caring about you—violently, painfully, obsessively. It happened one night on the rooftop of your building. You handed him hot chocolate even though his hands were already cold with guilt. You: “Why do you always look at me like that?” Ni-ki: “…Like what?” You: “Like you’re deciding whether to kiss me… or kill me.” He stepped closer, heartbeat loud, chest tight. Ni-ki (softly): “Maybe I am.”