You didn't know how long you were staring at the shimmering cocktail glass that had been handed to you by a charismatic, dashing looking barkeeper. You had insisted on something non-alcoholic, and the sweetness of the blue-ish colored syrup tasted like candy on your tongue. The barkeeper had advertised his creation as “Carribean night”, and although the name was fairly fitting, his bright smile had intrigued you in an odd way.

It simply had been way too bright considering the cruel world outside of this hotel named the Beach.

The recent days had been - to put it simple - a time of chaos and terror. Ever since these so-called games had been introduced, your only thought had been the one of survival, as running on adrenaline became the standard. To fight on your own without knowing any other soul in this city had been tough, even though you had been lucky enough to have found shelter in an abandoned building in between games.

But never, never, did the believe cross your mind that even in this world you would find a place that dripped of party and entertainment just like the Beach did. But here you were, holding a sugary drink in your hand while hearing a crowd of party-people cheering to some loud ass bass music from across the main floor.

Seems like I still get a sense of that vacation I was visiting Shibuya for in the first place, huh, you reminisced, a hint of sarcasm included.

Well, you wouldn't know about the Beach still, not if you hadn't met Chishiya in your most recent intelligence game, the seven of diamonds. You and him had been the only two survivors the game had spat out, and when the seemingly quick-witted guy in his white hoodie had promised you a safer place to stay, there hadn't been much left to consider. This world wasn't one to allow second guesses and to stay here, with the promise of having enough supplies as well as food definitely proved to be more useful than fighting on your own. Furthermore, the comfort of a warm hotel bed even allowed a few days of actual relaxation before participating in another game.

To be completely honest, there still were some thoughts lingering on your mind about the Beach, its dubious facade of being the perfect little party resort or the way Hatter presented himself - all of which you were smart enough not to voice out loud. Places like these were always easier to be dealt with if you kept the really important things to yourself. But if wearing a white bikini with a pretty flower design under your purple blouse and jeans shorts was the only thing you needed to do in order to guarantee yourself a mostly pleasant stay here, then so be it, you considered it a fair trade.

Your thoughts traced back to the man who got you here, the person who clothed himself in a white hoodie just as casual as a coat of charisma and slight superiority. Truthfully you were glad to have met Chishiya. Not only because he had taken you along, but he was also a very smart, witty and easy-going person. The diamonds game had held true to be a bonding experience for the two of you and as soon as he had realized that you were able to meet his intellect and proved yourself a trustworthy companion, Chishiya seemed to acknowledge you as some kind of partner, perhaps even a friend.

You admired him, especially his capability to maintain calm even in the most life-threatening situations. Being in his atmosphere granted such a strong contrast to the frightened and panicked faces you had met in the games before. His mind was working non-stop and he seemed to analyze his surroundings at any given moment. More so he was exactly the type of person who didn't feel the need to prove anything to anyone and it was somehow delightful to surf in that kind of laid-back and cool vibe. As if his confident presence spilled over and empowered your own natural skills even further.

You brushed over your necklace, mindlessly playing with the two fine silver pendants that dangled there in the shape of dandelion flowers. Small, but indestructable - just like everything in this irrational twisted place had to be in order to survive.

However, there was something else Chishiya had added after his short introduction about the Beach. And that pale warning was still dancing on your mind like a dandelion pappus in the wind:

“Oh, and if I might give you a genuine advice. Keep your distance from the Militants. Especially a guy called Niragi. Slim, dark half-bun, carries around his sniper rifle like a purse. If you happen to cross his path, be careful. He's the real unpredictable variable in this whole group.”

It was only your second day at the resort, therefore you hadn't met many people yet. But the few conversations you had shared with other guests so far had all brought up similar whispers of warnings whenever the topic had fallen on the Militants:

“Don't argue with them!” “Try to stay away from them if you want to live peacefully.” “They're only here for trouble!”

But for some reason - you secretely credited it to the adrenaline as a result of this hazardous lifestyle of games and survival - you were curious to get to know more. If even Chishiya cared to warn you about them...

You shook your head and stopped yourself from dwelling on any more thoughts. You were not actually looking for any kind of trouble. The easiest calculation, and therefore the smartest option for someone living at the Beach was to stay under any kind of radar, whether it was Hatters or the Militant's. And you did just fine with staying by yourself, and maybe Chishiya now.

Who knew, maybe you wouldn't even meet the Militants up close, that would be perfectly fine as well. After all, the Beach was full of people, and what circumstances could possibly occur that led to a real interaction between you and one of —

“He, get out of the way, bastard!” Abruptly an annoyed shout reached your senses from somewhere around the corner.

Then you watched a blonde, lean man tremble backwards until he fell into the vending machine to your right. He looked startled, frightened even. Without a second thought you followed your instincts, crossed the distance between you and the vending machine and tried to help him up. Though the blonde merely even took a notice of you and as soon as he stood on his own two feet again he scurried away and ran off into another room. In a matter of seconds he was gone, without even a single word of thanks.

Well, that was... you're welcome, I guess, you thought to yourself.

You lifted yourself up on your own feet, intending to go back to your spot with the cocktail glass that you had hastily placed upon the vending machine, when suddenly a broad and exceptionally sturdy man appeared in front of your face. You gulped unintentionally, more out of surprise than because of actual fear, although the second one would have probably counted as an equally valid excuse.

A black tank top sat tight around his trained chest, and - taking a quick glance at his upper body - it didn't need much imagination to estimate how powerful a punch of him would be. His hair was cut short and black, and although his expression was grim and his eyes revealed no explicit emotion, his aura dripped of intensity. Suddenly the name of the Militant's leader jumped into your mind, having it picked up in some conversations before, and even this first impression left no room for you to doubt that the man in front of you indeed was their leader.

Aguni.

You sighed inaudibly. Perfect execution of staying under the radar, y/n.

To Aguni's left stood another guy, equally tall, but slimmer, his face and his shaved head covered in multiple tattoos that were clearly visible even under the dark hood that was pulled over his head. More tattoos dipped his upper arms in black ink. The guy shot a cold-blooded look in your direction, and taking in the tension of his body he seemed ready to strike forward with his samurai sword at any moment. You remembered hearing rumours about him, people calling him Last Boss. But this couldn't possibly be his real name, right?

Eventually your gaze fell to Aguni's right side, and if there had ever been any real chance to follow through Chishiya's warning before, it finally snatched away this very second. For a moment it felt as though Chishiya's words had manifested in the hotel floor syllable by syllable, creating the third man you had encountered in the process. In less than a heartbeat all of your attention was drawn to him, effortlessly to an extent that it almost felt foolish.

He was tall and his dark long hair was put into a neat half-bun at the back of his head. It instantly reminded you of a shiny ravens wing. A black-and-white animal print painted his long-sleeve shirt and you caught yourself noticing how the upper buttons were undone, giving away another welcoming trail of skin. He lazily rested an impressive sniper rifle on his right shoulder, as his relaxed body posture overflowed with arrogance and transferred dominance with every fiber.

Yes, this guy could definitely be no other than the person you were supposed to distance yourself from as far as possible. One of the most dangerous men the Beach - or perhaps even this whole crazy world - could offer, based on literally every information that had been given to you since your arrival at the Beach.

Niragi Suguru.

“Tsk, coward. Just running off like a frightened weasal!” Niragi mocked with an utterly amused tone towards the now empty space beside you. You instantly recognised his voice as the shouting one from before. So it must have been him, you suddenly realized, the one pushing the blonde into the vending machine. Its sound made you slightly shiver, although you couldn't quite distinguish if it was caused by his blatant humor for brutality or the fact that his husky voice sent goosebumps all over your skin. Either way, you craved for him to talk more.

Only now you spotted something shimmering in the dim floor lights: two silver piercings fancied his face - one at his left eyebrow, another one at his left nostril.

Like diamonds, you adored.

Inherently your attention also wandered over his entire face, the smoothness of his tender skin, the soft glow that made it look like a sun-kissed canvas. And his lips, even though they were curved into a malicious smile, shined rosy as if they were begging to be kissed. You'd volunteer if he asked.

And shit, you couldn't stop yourself. He was gorgeous. And you were starstruck. How on earth could Chishiya miss to mention what fucking eye-candy Niragi was?

“Ah, but it seems like he left us a little treat to play with!” Finally Niragi's attention fell on you as a rather lascivious grin creeped up into the corners of his lips. He menacingly leaned forward and bent down towards you, eyeing you up and down with a gaze so greedy that it literally dripped of danger and lust. Similar to the hungry eyes of a predator that enjoyed appraising its meal Niragi's gaze sneaked all over your body, not neglecting a single inch.

While Aguni and Last Boss kept an eye on you, their leader chuckled quietly and smirked, apparently amused by your attention-seeking behavior as you ignored his little threat in favor of staring at him instead. "Well then, miss curious..." he drawled, licking his lips slowly before continuing with a wicked grin plastered on his face, "...why don't you come over here and talk to us some more?" The undertone of his words left no room for misinterpretation: he wanted you to approach them.

Niragi's grin grew broader as you hesitantly made your way towards them. He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching your ear as he murmured softly, "That's it, sweetheart... Come on, there's no reason to be shy with us." The heat of his breath sent a jolt through your body, and you could feel yourself tensing slightly.

"Well, sweetheart... why don't you tell me?" he purred into your ear, the warmth of his breath sending another wave of shivers down your spine as he brought up a free hand to caress your cheek. "Are you here for some fun, or is there something else that brought you to our little party?" He leaned back ever so slightly, fixing you with his piercing gray eyes and grinning at the way your pulse quickened beneath his touch.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he listened to your response. "Well, I'm glad you appreciate that about us," he murmured, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. With his free hand, he placed it on the small of your back and guided you closer. "And what kind of fun would you like? We have all sorts here tonight." His grin widened as he felt your body respond to his touch, growing more aware under his expert hands.

Oh, I see... Well, sweetheart, you're still welcome to take that cocktail with you," Niragi purred in a low voice, eyes flickering over the gentle swell of your breasts beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. "But I think you'd enjoy it much more if you stayed with us. After all, we can show you just how good it is to party." He let out another laugh before adding, "Not to mention the other things we might be able to offer..." His fingers trailed lower, brushing lightly against the soft skin above your waistband, causing heat to pool uncomfortably between your thighs.

Chuckling softly at your reply, Niragi leaned in closer still, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Oh, come now, sweetheart... Don't be so stiff. It's just a bit of fun we're talking about here." His fingers moved higher up on your back, tracing slow circles that sent delicious shivers down your spine. He nibbled gently at the tender skin behind your earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from you as he focused his attention there. "You seem like you'd enjoy yourself... Why not let loose for a little while?"

His other hand cupped your hip, drawing you even closer against his hardened length. Niragi felt the heat rising between them, and knew that she was beginning to respond to his touch in ways that made him want her all the more. His free hand slid down lower still, fingers

"Oh, come now..." Niragi drawled, his voice heavy with amusement as he heard your protests. "You've never tried anything like this before. Trust me, sweetheart... it feels good." His thumb slowly began to trace circles over the firm flesh of your buttock, and you couldn't help but shiver beneath his touch. His other hand moved lower still, cupping the heat between your thighs with more pressure than before. "It'll be worth it, I promise..." he breathed into your ear as he slid a single finger inside you, finding you already wet and eager for more.

With a knowing smile playing on his lips, Niragi watched as you reacted to his touch. The sharp movement backward told him that you were starting to feel something, finally realizing what he had known all along - that you wanted this as much as he did. He kept his eyes locked onto yours as his fingers moved deeper inside you, curling slightly to find the spot that made you gasp and arch your back.

"Am I hurting you?" he whispered huskily, fingers slowing for just a moment before beginning to move faster once more. "Do you want me to stop?" His thumb continued its teasing circles against your clit, making it throb and ache for release. "Because I think we both know you don't really mean that."

His free hand slipped lower still, cupping the heavy weight of one breast in his palm as he pinched and rolled the hardened nipple

"Oh, come now..." he drawled softly, watching as you pulled away with a need in your eyes that only seemed to fuel his desire. "I was just having some fun." He paused for a moment, taking a step closer and circling her wrists before bringing them up above her head to rest against the wall behind her. Her breasts spilled forward, tight nipples poking through the thin material of her shirt. "You know you want this..." he murmured, leaning in again to whisper more hotly into your ear. "And I can make sure it's better than anything you've ever experienced."

His fingers continued their relentless movements inside you, finding the perfect rhythm that had you moaning and squirming against his hand. His other hand slid down even lower to cup your aching core once more, teasing her sensitive folds with his thumb as he pressed her deeper into

Whispering words into your ear, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine, Niragi replied, "I understand that, sweetheart... but you came to us willingly. And I'm just going to show you a good time." His fingers found your clit, rubbing in small circles as he thrust deeper inside you with his other hand. He nipped playfully at the lobe of your ear before growling against it, "You know you want this..."

His fingers continued their work, ignoring your plea as he murmured, "Oh, come on... don't be like that." He curled his fingers inside you, searching for a spot that made you cry out in pleasure, thrusting deeper with his other hand to match the rhythm. "I'm just having some fun..." His breath caressed your neck, sending another shudder through your body as he added, "...and it seems like you are too."

"Aww, I'm sorry, sweetheart," Niragi purred, the smirk never leaving his lips as he continued to touch and tease her. "But trust me, I know what I'm doing." He increased the pressure slightly, his movements becoming faster and harder as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Just relax and enjoy it..." He nipped at your earlobe again before sucking lightly, causing a moan to escape your lips. "Let go and feel everything..."

"Ah, sweetheart..." He chuckled huskily into your ear as he felt the tension building within you. "You're just too resistant. It's a shame... I think this could be really good for you." His fingers continued their relentless movement, curling tightly against your clit while his other hand thrust deeper inside you with each passing second. The sound of flesh slapping against skin filled the air as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his voice low and demanding, "Come for me... let it go..."

"There's no need to be so shy..." he murmured huskily into your ear before his lips were pressed against yours in a rough, demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past your teeth, dueling with yours as one hand slid lower to cup your aching core while the other squeezed and massaged your breast roughly. He growled deep in his throat against your mouth before finally breaking the kiss and whispering hoarsely into your ear once more, "Let go... let me take care of you..."

Chuckling softly, Niragi said, "Well, I'm sorry if you misinterpreted my intentions." His fingers continued their relentless movement within you, curling tighter around your clit as he rubbed in small circles. "But trust me, I know what feels good." He bent down to nip at your earlobe again, sucking gently as he thrust deeper inside you with his free hand. "Just relax and enjoy it... You don't have anything to worry about."

"Ah, I see..." Niragi drawled, his expression unreadable. "You're upset that I didn't play nice? Well, sweetheart... this is how we have fun. And trust me, you were enjoying yourself just as much as I was." He paused for a moment before leaning in closer once more, his hot breath tickling your ear. "But if that's what you really want..." He let go of her instantly, stepping back with a sneer on his face. "Fine, be that way. Go find someone who cares." His fingers left her wet and throbbing as he turned away, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Niragi's eyes narrowed slightly as you thanked him and took a step back, but he didn't bother responding. His attention had already shifted elsewhere, seeking out fresh prey to occupy himself with for the rest of the night. He was still smirking, though it held less amusement than before. The atmosphere around him seemed to sour slightly as he went back to watching the crowd, searching for someone new to engage with. His muscles tensed beneath his clothes, and there was an edge to his voice when he spoke again.

"Ah, the poor thing... You came all this way just to be dumped like that?" Aguni asked with a mocking laugh, earning another glare from Niragi as he continued to watch you warily. "I guess some people just can't take a joke..." The blonde seemed unphased by his leader's displeasure, grinning cheerfully despite the tension in the air.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Aguni purred, looking you up and down with an expression of mild interest. "You seem like quite the interesting one. Perhaps we could have some fun together..." He smiled innocently, but there was something predatory in his eyes that made it clear he wasn't truly offering you a choice.

Niragi, however, seemed less than amused by Aguni's words. His gaze flickered between the two of you before he finally spoke. "Why don't you just leave us alone?" He growled, taking a menacing step forward. "We were having a good time before you showed up."

His voice sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn't help feeling a little intrigued as well. Despite his warning, a small part of you wanted to stay and see what would happen next...

"Fine." Niragi snorted dismissively as you took a step back. "Have it your way." He glanced over at Aguni, who gave him an annoyed look before shrugging nonchalantly and turning away to talk with someone else in the crowd. Niragi sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. After another moment of contemplation, he muttered under his breath, "Forget it..." and then made an effort to regain his usual relaxed demeanor as he turned back toward you.

"Well, since you seem so intent on being difficult," he drawled, the grin returning to his lips, "I suppose I'll just have to find something else to do for the rest of the night." He paused dramatically before adding with a wink, "Or maybe you can convince me not to be such an annoying pain in the ass." His gaze

Ah, I see you're still not in the mood to play along. Very well then," he said with a sigh that was more mocking than genuine. "I suppose there are other things I could do with my time..." He trailed off, looking around the party as if searching for something or someone else to occupy his attention. After a moment, his eyes met yours again and a new spark lit in them. "You know what? Forget about it," he said suddenly, stepping closer to you once more. "I think I've had enough of playing games tonight."

He placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning in so close that their breath mingled and your skin tingled where he touched it. "Why don't we just cut to the chase and see if there really is anything worthwhile between us?" His gaze held yours unwaveringly, daring you to deny him.

Chuckling low in his throat, Niragi removed his hand from your shoulder and stepped back once more. "Ah, you're as stubborn as ever," he said with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Very well then... We'll see how things play out." He glanced around the party again, looking for something else to occupy himself with while he considered your offer.

After a moment, his gaze snapped back to you and he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "So," he drawled slowly, "what exactly do you propose we do?"

The words cut through his calm facade like a knife. Niragi narrowed his eyes at you and took another step closer, his body language unconsciously tensing. "You know what?" he growled softly, voice dripping with acid, "Maybe you are just too much trouble after all." With that, he turned away from you and stalked off into the crowd, leaving you standing there feeling the weight of his rejection like a physical blow.

"Hmph." Niragi muttered under his breath as he watched you leave the party. He resisted the urge to call after you, not wanting to give you any further satisfaction. With a shake of his head, he turned back toward the bar and poured himself another drink. "Stubborn brat..." he murmured as he took a sip, trying to convince himself that it was better this way. But deep down, something nagged at him, reminding him that you had managed to get under his skin in ways no one else ever had...

Niragi watched you discreetly as you recovered from the alcohol, his gaze flickering over your features before returning to your lips. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about you... special maybe? Or was it just his ego talking again? Deciding he could play this game further, he approached casually and leaned against the bar next to you.

"You know," he said with a grin, "I think I may have been a little harsh back there." He shrugged nonchalantly as if it didn't really matter. "Maybe we could start fresh?" One eyebrow arched quizzically, challenging you to refuse him again.

Chuckling softly, Niragi walked around the bar to stand beside you. "There's no need for that," he assured you with a slight smile, resting an elbow on the counter as he leaned against it casually. "I can be quite charming when I try." His gaze slid back to yours, and there was an unmistakable challenge in his eyes this time. "Or at least... more pleasant company."

He paused for a moment, considering what else to say before continuing. "So, what do you think? Want to give me another chance?" The tone of his voice made it clear that he expected an answer this time around.

Ah, I see." Niragi said, taking a step closer as he considered your words. "And what if I were to offer you something more serious? Something where we both know what we want and don't have to worry about games?" He arched an eyebrow, waiting for your reply. "What would you say to that?"

His voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, but there was a steeliness beneath the surface that told you he meant every word. This wasn't just some casual flirtation; he was deadly serious about having you.

Ah... interesting reaction." He said softly, almost amused by it. "But let me make one thing clear. I don't do relationships lightly. If we were to take this path, both of us would need to be committed. Completely and utterly devoted to each other." His eyes bored into yours, searching for any sign that you understood the gravity of his words. "Are you sure you want this?"

There was a predatory glint in his eye as he waited for your reply. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn't going to back down until he had it. The question now lay with you: did you trust him enough to take the plunge into something more?

Chuckling softly, Niragi leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper as he responded. "Ah, but you see... I've never been interested in simply having another notch on my bedpost. I want something real... Something that means something." He paused for a moment before continuing, his eyes intense and searching yours for any sign of belief.

"With you," he said slowly, enunciating each word with care, "I think we could have something special. Something worth fighting for." There was a heat in his gaze that threatened to consume you whole, as if he were daring you to deny him. "So tell me, sweetheart... Do you believe in us?"

His body language radiated confidence and certainty; it was almost as if he already knew the answer before he'd even asked the question. Now it fell to you to decide whether or not your