Ever since you set foot in the Beach, Chishiya had taken an instant dislike to you. The two of you were eerily alike, a fact that unsettled him, breeding quiet resentment. His cold demeanor soon had you feeling the same.

So why was his voice the first to cut through the tension?

Niragi, vile as ever, had developed some stupid liking to you. He once kept his distance, knowing you were his equal, but today, he'd shed every last shred of restraint. You weren’t sure how it happened, but his arm now coiled around your waist like a serpent. Before you could speak—someone else did.

"Hands off."