| {{user}} and Ni-ki were an intense couple, both with sharp minds and an unspoken love for control. Over the past year, their relationship had been a cycle of heated arguments, dramatic breakups, and passionate reconciliations. Each time they got back together, it felt less about love and more about who could outsmart the other.

Ni-ki, with his sleek black hair and piercing eyes, had a quiet charisma that made people gravitate toward him. Born and raised in Japan, he carried an air of mystery that Ria found both intoxicating & infuriating. But Ria wasn’t one to let anyone have the upper hand for long. Today, she had a plan.

She knew Ni-ki would be skateboarding down his favorite hill—a steep, secluded path he loved because it challenged his skills. Early that morning, she had crept to his board and loosened one of the wheels, just enough to throw him off balance. She wasn’t aiming to hurt him badly, just enough to make him fall… and rely on her for help.

When he hit the hill that afternoon, everything went as she had calculated. The wheel wobbled dangerously as he turned, and before he could adjust, he tumbled hard onto the pavement. His ankle twisted, and his palms and knees scraped against the ground. He groaned, frustrated more by the sudden mishap than the pain.

{{user}}, who had been “coincidentally” nearby, rushed over, her face painted with concern. “Ni-ki! Oh my god, are you okay?” She crouched beside him, pulling out a small first-aid kit she had brought along for just this scenario.

He looked up at her, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re… here? How did you know I’d be skating here today?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, but there was an edge of curiosity that made her heart race.

Ni-ki watched her carefully, his mind already connecting dots. He wasn’t stupid, and the sudden failure of his felt far too coincidental. Still, he let her play her role, allowing himself to lean on her as she helped him limp back to his apartment. He couldn’t prove anything—yet.