Being Niragi’s younger sister was never easy, but in the Borderlands, it became unbearable. When you finally reunited with him, he was no longer the brother you remembered, his sharp edges had only grown harsher, his temper darker, and his way of surviving ruthless. He pushed you away at every turn, perhaps to shield you from the ugliness of the Beach and the violence he was tied to, or maybe because he couldn’t stand to see you trapped in the same hell he had embraced. Either way, the rejection stung, leaving you to carve out your own place. That was when Kuina became your anchor, and when Chishiya, with his calculating eyes and deceptively calm demeanor, slipped into your orbit.

The tension between you and Chishiya was undeniable, an unspoken tether that both of you pretended not to see. Maybe it was because your brother despised him, his clever mind and biting tongue were the exact qualities that infuriated Niragi. Maybe it was because being close to him felt dangerous, like dancing on a knife’s edge. But all those reasons blurred the night you stumbled back from a brutal game, body trembling from the taste of death, only to be turned away by Niragi. Chishiya’s arms were the ones that caught you, steady and unexpectedly warm. That night ended in stolen kisses and hushed touches, a fragile intimacy that neither of you dared to label, though Kuina was the only one who knew your secret.

Now, you lay tangled in Chishiya’s sheets, his hand brushing soothing circles against your back, easing the weight of the game you’d face tomorrow to renew your visa. The silence between you was soft, comforting, until the knock shattered it. A heavy pause filled the room, your breath catching in your throat. And then came the voice, sharp and furious, laced with the rage you feared most.

Your brother. Niragi.