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.

"Well, well, well... Look what we have here," he drawled as he circled you slowly, like a lion inspecting its prey before the kill. "A little mouse wanting to play with the big cats." There was no warmth or humor in his voice, just cold calculation and threat. He paused right behind you, close enough that his breath fanned across your neck, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

With a flick of his wrist, he tucked a stray lock of hair back behind one of the ear piercings, then leaned in even closer, so that your bodies were almost touching from chest to hip. "You've got guts, I'll give you that," he murmured. "But do you really think you belong here?"

For a moment, he paused, watching for your reaction. Your heart hammered in your chest as the t

His lips curled into a cruel smile as you glanced away nervously, but before you could voice your agreement to leave, he caught your chin in his hand and forced your gaze back up to meet his. "No," he growled softly. "I don't think so." Then with an almost casual movement, he tossed you over his shoulder and began carrying you deeper into the club.

"Hmph," he snorted derisively as you protested. "I suppose a little fight in you is better than none." He shifted your weight over his shoulder, squeezing your buttocks possessively through the thin fabric of your shorts. Niragi paused for a moment to catch the eye of Aguni and Last Boss. They both nodded slowly, understanding that they'd been included in whatever plan Niragi had just set into motion.

With another lazy shrug of his shoulders, he carried you deeper into the crowd, weaving through people as if they were part of the scenery. His arms flexed with every step, holding you easily despite your apparent strength and size. You squirmed in protest but couldn't seem to get free from his grasp. The music grew louder around you, the air thick with sweat and smoke, driving the masses into a frenzy as they threw themselves

Niragi continued to carry you deeper into the club, ignoring your squirming attempts to free yourself. "Look," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, "I'm not going to hurt you or anything." His thumb rubbed circles on your lower back through your shirt, eliciting a soft moan from you despite yourself. "But if I were you, I'd be thankful that I've taken an interest in you. It could mean the difference between life and death around here."

He chuckled darkly as he paused to push through a particularly thick throng of revelers, their hands and bodies pressing against both of you as they danced or tried to get closer to the stage. "Besides," Niragi added with a smirk, "it's not like we can have all the fun ourselves."

"You'll see," he replied cryptically as he finally led you through the masses and out of the club proper. The air outside was noticeably cooler, the sounds of cars and shouting replacing those of music and cheering. Niragi paused at the edge of a dimly lit alleyway, glancing back toward the club before turning to face you once more. "Now then," he drawled lazily, "where were we?"

His hand slid down your spine, trailing lower until it cupped your bottom. The heat from his body enveloped you as he leaned in close again, breath warm against your ear. "Ah yes," he whispered huskily, before pulling you roughly against him. His free hand tangled in your hair, forcing your head back as he claimed your mouth roughly, his tongue thrusting into your mouth to duel with yours. You moaned into the kiss, feeling a

Niragi's lips curled into a grin against yours as you giggled. "I like a feisty one," he murmured, his breath hot and sweet on your skin. He gave your ass another squeeze before setting you down on the cold concrete of the alleyway, backing away from you to eye you up and down with renewed interest. His gaze flickered over your face again, lingering this time on your lips before sliding lower...

"Now," he drawled, moving closer once more, "where shall we start?" He ran a single finger lightly along the edge of your bra strap, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. His other hand rose to cup your breast through your shirt, his thumb teasing at the sensitive peak that hardened beneath the soft material.

His grin widened as you let out a giggle, the sound causing him to shiver with pleasure. "Oh, don't be so modest," he murmured, leaning in close again. "I think this is... quite beautiful." He traced his finger slowly along your cheekbone and down your neck, trailing over the skin there before cupping your breast more firmly through your shirt. His other hand moved lower, sliding up beneath it to stroke gently over your belly and toward the waistband of your panties. "In fact," he continued, his voice growing huskier with each word, "I think I'd rather show you how much I appreciate it."

With a sudden movement, Niragi tugged roughly at your shirt, ripping it open to reveal your bra, and then began working on the clasps holding it in place. The lacy black fabric fell

Niragi paused in his movements, eyebrows raised as he regarded you coolly. "Excuse me?" he drawled. "Don't you like what I'm doing?" His hand moved lower, teasing your lace-covered nipple through the soft material of your bra before flicking it hard, sending a shiver down your spine. He watched her closely for any reaction, enjoying the feel of her body quiver beneath his touch.

"Come now," he purred, cupping her other breast roughly and giving it a squeeze. "You know you want this."

Niragi let out a low chuckle as you wrapped your hand around his wrist, your touch sending another wave of heat through him. "Well then," he purred, leaning closer still until their breath mingled and you could feel the warmth of his words against your skin, "perhaps I should try harder to impress you." With a swift motion, he snapped off the clasps holding up her bra and yanked it aside, revealing your breasts in all their pale, smooth glory. His free hand slid lower once more, caressing over your stomach before dipping beneath the waistband of your panties to find soft, silken skin.

"Is this any better?" he asked huskily as his fingers found and teased your damp folds, parting them with expert skill. Niragi leaned back, studying her expression once more before pressing forward again, kissing

The cold look in her eyes was as welcome as it had been unwanted. It served to fuel the fire of his passion but at the same time, left a bitter taste in his mouth. Niragi's gaze flickered from her face down to her chest before moving lower still, taking in the smooth lines of her stomach and the dark curls hiding her secret pleasure spot. He could feel himself growing hard beneath his jeans as he fought against the instinct to hurt her, to take what he wanted by force.

Instead, he focused on their kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as his fingers teased at her folds and brought her closer to release. He wondered for a moment if she would ever truly enjoy this, if it was even possible under these circumstances. But then again... maybe that was part of the thrill. The thought sent a shiver through him and he increased the pace, his breath coming harder as he

Niragi pulled back slightly, breathing heavily as he watched her expression closely. He felt a strange mix of anger and confusion at her words, but somehow managed to keep his voice steady when he spoke. "And what makes you think I ever did anything normal?" he growled softly. "This... whatever this is between us? It's twisted from the beginning."

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered harshly, "You shouldn't have come here, do you know that? You should have stayed away..." His hand slid lower still, slipping beneath her panties and cupping her sex firmly through the satiny smooth material. His thumb found her hard little nub and began rubbing circles, matching his movements with his hips as he thrust against her. "But now that you're here," he purred darkly, "it's too late to turn back

The anger bubbling up inside him reached its peak as her words cut through his lust like a knife. He glared down at her, shaking with the effort it took not to strike out and silence her forever. "What do you know of my life?" he snarled, his voice little more than a harsh whisper. "You're nothing but a stranger, an intruder..." His hand tightened on her breast through her bra, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "But I can make use of you if you let me."

He leaned in close once more, lips brushing against hers as he whispered harshly, "Let go. Let me take control, and maybe... just maybe..." He trailed off with a low growl, continuing to stroke her and thrust against her even as his anger slowly began to ebb away, replaced by the primitive thrum of desire that had brought them here in the

"No," he snarled in reply, his face twisted into a snarl as his anger finally boiled over. "There is nothing worth waking up for." And with that, he roughly tore her bra aside, exposing her breasts to the cold night air. His free hand came up, fingers curling into a fist, and he slammed it down against one of them hard enough to make her gasp in pain. "You shouldn't have... you should..." He trailed off, his breath hot against her skin as he continued to stroke and thrust, the pain in her breast forgotten in the face of the greater sensations coursing through her body.

"Let go," he growled again, his voice dark with lust now as he leaned in close once more, his lips finding hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. "Give yourself to me and maybe you'll see what it means to truly

"You think you're so damn smart," he snarled between gritted teeth as her words cut through his lust like a blade through butter, "but you don't know anything." With every word, the pain in his voice grew clearer and sharper. He thrust harder against her, his erection rubbing roughly against her as he fought to keep control, to not let himself be distracted by her words and what they meant for him.

"You think you're so much better than me," he continued, his voice a rough growl in the back of his throat, "but you don't know anything about... us." With a sudden motion, he reached down between their bodies and roughly tore her panties away before positioning himself at her entrance. "Maybe I can teach you what it means," he snarled before forcing himself inside her in one brutal thrust.

She cried

His thrusts grew rougher and more urgent as her words tore through his anger, exposing the truth buried deep within him like a knife wound. He growled low in his throat, fighting against the dark memories that threatened to consume him, to drag him back down into the pit of despair from which he had clawed his way free so many years ago. With every forceful stroke, every rough word and harsh touch, he pushed her further and further away, closer and closer to the edge of what she could take.

But even as he hurt her, even as he drove them both toward a climax that would bring only temporary release from the pain and guilt that threatened to engulf them both, there was a small part of him that clung desperately to hope. A spark of light amidst the dark

His movements grew rougher still as he fought against the words she spoke. Her body trembled beneath him, and he could feel her walls begin to tighten around his length. He wanted to believe that she was right, that there was hope in what she said. But in that moment, with desire and anger twisting together inside him like a caged beast, he couldn't bring himself to let go of the past, to trust in anything but the brutal cycle that had defined his existence for far too long.

He thrust harder into her, grinding their hips together as he sought release from the building tension and the overwhelming pain of being so close yet still so far from what he truly craved: acceptance, love... redemption. And when it finally came, roaring through him like a wildfire out of control, it brought with it a howl that was equal parts agony and ecstasy, an echo

His eyes blazed with an eerie mixture of anger and regret as he glared down at her. His chest rose and fell heavily, every breath a shuddering struggle against the dark memories and the bitter truths she had forced him to confront. But even now, even as his mind reeled from the impact of her words, there was something in her eyes, something that made him hesitate, made him wonder if perhaps there might yet be hope for them both.

"What do you want from me?" he growled through clenched teeth, his voice rough and harsh. "What makes you think I could ever give it to you?" His hips jerked roughly against hers as he fought to regain control, to banish the memories and the pain that threatened to consume him whole.

"Tell me," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot and shaky against her skin, "and

"Okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible even to her. "I'll... I'll try." His hips slowly began to steady, the urgency fading from his movements as he pulled back fractionally, giving them both a moment's respite before sliding back inside her again, this time with less force. He closed his eyes, feeling the cool night air brush against his flushed skin as he tried to regain some semblance of calm.

"Please," she murmured softly, "tell me what you want." Her voice was quiet and tentative, but there was a note of hope there that spoke volumes. It cut through the anger and confusion in Niragi's chest like a knife through warm butter, leaving him feeling raw and exposed in ways he hadn't been for years.

And yet... perhaps it was exactly what he needed.

Niragi didn't hesitate this time, his body obeying her unspoken command before his mind had a chance to protest. He pulled free, letting out a shuddery breath as she slid out of him and onto the cold, hard concrete behind them. As he gazed down at her, there was a strange sense of vulnerability that came over him, an almost childlike fear that she might see too much if he didn't protect himself somehow.

"Okay," he managed to say after what felt like an eternity, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'll tell you what I want." He paused, taking in her face again and trying to find the words that would convey all the complex emotions churning inside him.

"I don't know," he admitted finally, "but... maybe we could find out together?" His heart skipped a beat as he waited for her

"You don't have to," he said quietly, not looking away from her face as he spoke. "It was a stupid idea anyway... we should just go back..." But even as the words left his mouth, he knew they were lies. The truth was, he didn't want to leave her here, didn't want this moment to end.

He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words press down on him like a leaden blanket. For a moment, he was back there again: trapped in the past, surrounded by memories and pain that felt as real and tangible as if they'd happened just yesterday. But then, slowly, she reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand, and everything else faded away except for the warmth of her touch and the earnestness in her expression.

"Please," she murmured, her voice barely more than a breath. "Let's see where this goes."

He stared at her, unsure if he was ready for whatever might come next, but unable to resist the pull of her hand or the promise of something more in her eyes. Slowly, carefully, like a cat testing the waters, he reached out and took her hand, pressing it reassuringly against his cheek. "Ok