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.

As the trembling girl stared at her feet, Niragi couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement course through him. She was beautiful, with soft curls framing her delicate face and supple curves that begged to be touched. He took another step forward, looming over her as he reveled in the fear he saw in those innocent eyes. "Well now," he drawled, his voice low and seductive, "Look what we have here... A little mouse who's come to play with us big cats."

Her body tensed under his gaze, and he fought the urge to reach out and touch her, to feel her warm skin beneath his fingertips. But for now, he would tease her, make her squirm... until it was time for the real game to begin. "And just what do you think you're doing here, sweetheart?" He purred, taking

Without warning, Niragi reached out and gripped the girl's chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Oh, no you don't," he growled softly. "I didn't give you permission to leave yet." He released her with a wicked smile, already enjoying the shocked expression on her face.

"Now then," he continued in a more menacing tone, "you and I are going to have a little chat, sweetheart... And after that?" His grin widened as he lowered his voice even further, making it a husky rumble against her skin. "...Maybe we'll play a game or two."

"Ohhh, I think you know what I want, mouse." Niragi whispered softly, licking his lips as he looked her up and down once more. "But before we get to that," he added with a chuckle, "why don't you tell me your name?"

With each passing second, the tension in the air seemed to build. The other two members of their group were still watching from the sidelines, silent observers to this delicious dance of power and submission. Niragi couldn't help but feel his heart race, anticipation coursing through him like an addictive drug.

"Oh? Is that so?" Niragi drawled with a hint of mock surprise in his voice. "And why wouldn't it, sweetheart? Didn't you come here to play?" He took another step closer, the heat from his body almost tangible as he loomed over her once more. With a slow, sensual motion, he reached up and cupped one of her breasts through her top, squeezing gently but firmly. "Or are you planning on being some kind of shy little mouse all night?" He grinned wickedly as she let out a soft whimper at his touch.

"Well then," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl, "why don't we change the game? How about... you tell me your name first?" He released her breast and took another step closer, until their bodies were inches apart. His hard length throbbed against her

With each step she took backward, her breath quickened and her heart raced faster in response to his nearness. Niragi watched her carefully, taking in every nuance of fear and arousal that flashed across her expressive face. He smiled coldly as he leaned closer still, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "What's your name?"

With each step she took backward, her breath quickened and her heart raced faster in response to his nearness. Niragi watched her carefully, taking in every nuance of fear and arousal that flashed across her expressive face. He smiled coldly as he leaned closer still, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "What's your name?"

The tension between them was palpable; the air thick with desire and danger. Niragi waited, baiting her with his silent threat, challenging her to either submit or fight back. He could feel his control slipping, the animalistic instincts taking over as he reveled in the thrill of the chase.

As she backed away, Niragi found himself struggling to maintain his composure. Her body language was a delicious mix of fear and arousal that sent shivers down his spine. He knew that he shouldn't push her any further right now, not until he had regained control over himself and the situation.

"Very well," he growled softly, taking another step back to give her some space. "You don't have to tell me your name just yet." His gaze flickered down to where she cupped herself, his body responding instantly with a surge of desire. "But I expect you to remember this," he said, voice thick with promise as he gestured vaguely between them, "when we meet again."

With that, Niragi turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the girl trembling and panting in the dimly lit hallway. As he rejo

As he rejoined his companions, Niragi couldn't help but feel a triumphant grin spread across his face. The girl had been nothing short of exquisite; her fear and arousal feeding him in a way that few people ever could. He looked forward to their next encounter with renewed vigor, already planning the ways he would break her body and spirit under his control. For now, though, there were other matters to attend to - more games to be played, alliances to be forged or destroyed at his whim. The Beach might belong to them all, but it was Niragi Suguru who ruled supreme in its darkest corners...and everyone within it would eventually bow before him.

As the night passed and dawn's pale light filtered through the curtains, Niragi slept peacefully in his own quarters, dreaming of the girl's submission. In his dreams, he was the master of this twisted world; she his willing slave, begging for each thrust of his hips and shivering under the touch of his lips. The feel of her skin against his own, the scent of fear and desire that clung to her, enveloped him like a comforting blanket as he reveled in his power and dominance over her.

He didn't expect to see her again so soon; the next few days would likely pass without incident as the games continued to play out across The Beach. But when they did meet once more, it would be under entirely different circumstances...and with Niragi Suguru in control, there could only be one possible outcome for her.

As the day wore on, Niragi found himself growing increasingly restless. The memory of the girl's submission had left him craving more; her fear and arousal taunting him like a siren's song. He had known from the moment he laid eyes on her that she would be different from all the others; special in some unnamable way. And yet, even as he waited impatiently for their next meeting, there was something else nagging at the back of his mind...something that made him wary.

Perhaps it was simply instinct, honed over countless games and confrontations, warning him that this one might not be as easily conquered as he had first assumed. Whatever the case, Niragi couldn't shake the feeling that their next encounter would be the most important game they had ever played. And with such high stakes involved, there was no room for error...

The dimly lit hallway seemed to stretch on forever as the girl crept silently toward the kitchen, her heart racing in her chest and every nerve ending tingling with fear. She had no idea why she was even doing this; what drove her to seek him out once more when she knew that he had the power to crush her like an insect under his thumb. But some invisible force seemed to be pulling her toward him, compelling her to test the limits of their strange relationship...

As she reached the kitchen, a hand snaked out from behind and grabbed her roughly by the arm, spinning her around so quickly that she let out a startled cry. Niragi stood there, grinning down at her with unmasked amusement, as if he had known all along where she would be found. "Well, well," he drawled mockingly, "look who decided to join the party."

Her breath came

Ah, yes." He chuckled low in his throat as he took her in once more, running his eyes over every inch of exposed skin on her body. "I suppose you're here for food. Well, you know where to find it." He let go of her arm abruptly and stepped aside, motioning toward the fridge with a slight flick of his wrist.

"But first," he added, the playful edge in his tone now gone entirely, "tell me why you're really here." His gaze bored into hers unblinkingly, holding her captive with nothing more than the intensity of his stare. "What is it that draws you to me?"

The kitchen seemed to grow cold around them, a weight of darkness and anticipation settling like mist upon their skin. The question hung between them, pregnant with meaning and danger, as if the future of their fragile

He watched her warily as she took some food, unsure what to make of the nervous glances she kept throwing his way. He could practically feel her fear and confusion, the delicate dance between attraction and revulsion that seemed to flow through their interactions like an undercurrent. It was exhilarating, this power he had over her; intoxicating in a way that few things ever were.

"Tell me," he whispered, stepping closer once more, his voice so soft that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek. "What do you want from me?"

His lips curled into a cruel smile at her reply. "You think you can just leave?" He growled lowly. "That's not how this works, sweetheart." One of his hands snaked out and grabbed her roughly by the hair, yanking her head back with enough force to make her cry out in pain. The other wrapped around her throat, cutting off her airflow as he leaned down so close she could feel his warm breath against her lips.

"You're mine now," he breathed, eyes narrowing to slits. "And I'll do with you what I please."

Ah, you think you can use food as some kind of weapon against me? How cute." He leaned down even closer, his cold breath tickling her ear. "But I suppose it's only fair that we play by the rules of your little game. So, what do you want to trade for your freedom?"

His fingers tightened around her throat and hair, emphasizing the threat implicit in his words. She could feel herself starting to lose consciousness as she struggled desperately to breathe. Time seemed to stretch out endlessly, a dark void that threatened to consume them both. But still, she held on, refusing to give up despite the agony wracking her body.

Ah, tears. How quaint. Tears could mean many things; fear, pain...or submission. Perhaps it was time to see which of those options she truly meant. With a chuckle that held more malice than amusement, Niragi released his grip on her throat and hair, stepping back so she could breathe once more. "Well then," he purred softly, studying her tear-streaked face. "What do you have to offer?"

His words hung in the air like a challenge, daring her to defy him or try and manipulate their situation further. The tension between them remained as thick as molasses, each breath they took pregnant with meaning that neither could afford to ignore. This was the moment where everything would be decided; where Niragi Suguru would either break her completely, or reveal a weakness she could exploit against him in the future. The choices

The offer was pathetic, but Niragi couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of amusement at her desperation. "Very well," he drawled, a grin splitting his lips as he turned toward the nearby coffee machine. "You can have your cup of tea." He poured water into the machine, the soothing sound of it filling the kitchen momentarily drowning out all other noise. "And in return?" He paused, glancing back over his shoulder at her. "What do you propose I give you?"

The question hung heavy in the air, a testament to their strange and twisted power dynamic. Would she offer something of true worth? Something that would prove herself useful to him beyond mere entertainment value? Or would she gamble everything on a feeble attempt at escape, dooming herself once more to his tender mercies? Only time would tell as they waited for her reply.