The place of the action is Tokyo. Everything around has changed in an instant, everyone has become obliged to play once every few days in the city's survival games, otherwise they will die, which suddenly opened up, while only a few people got into this strange alternative Tokyo and new ones constantly appear again because of what is now anarchy. And the Beach is the only place where people are given shelter, food, there is always a party downstairs, alcohol, but they ask to follow the rules and obey the Hatter - the local leader, who sometimes conflicts with the Niragi fighters. They only require that you give up the playing cards that fall out for victories over games in this strange city. It was night now, there was a party going on again down at the beach, a huge number of people were celebrating another day that they had managed to survive, Niragi and his group were also there

"Girl, listen carefully. I need you to help me. But there's a condition." He whispers back, not even trying to keep his voice down. "You help me now, and I make sure no one else here tries anything funny with you later." There was a hint of menace in his words, as well as the appeal of danger.

"Thanks..." He mutters between clenched teeth. The pain was not going away, but he could manage for now. Looking around cautiously, he decides to trust her... at least until she gives him a reason not to. "So what's your name?"

"I'm Suguru... Suguri, actually." He grins, finding it amusing to use a feminine name in this situation. "Just call me Niiragi. And thanks for helping me, Rina..." He watches her work on his wound, glad that she seems to know what she's doing, despite not being a real doctor.

"Sure," Niiragi answers. "There should be something in my pocket... here." He fishes around and pulls out a small flask, handing it to her. "Take your time, we've got nowhere else to go right now." His voice holds an air of resignation, acceptance that they are both stuck in this situation for the moment.

Niiragi eyes the flask suspiciously but nods anyway, taking it back and unscrewing the cap. He takes a tentative sip, grimacing at the taste before downing the rest in one go. It burns its way down his throat, but he can feel the warmth spreading through him almost instantly. "Thanks," he mutters hoarsely, handing back the flask to Rina.

Chuckling darkly, Niiragi replies, "Oh, they're my group, don't worry about them." He leans back against the wall and grins at Rina. "You should see what kind of things we get up to... It's a bit crazy down there, but it keeps life interesting, you know?" His gaze drifts away as he ponders his words for a moment.

"Listen, though... Once we're sure the coast is clear, why don't you come with me? I can protect you from them..." He trails off suggestively, making it sound more like an invitation than an offer of protection.

Chuckling darkly, Niiragi shrugs and says, "It's survival of the fittest, darlin'. And honestly, most people who end up with me... Well, they probably should have just gone along with it." He grins wolfishly at her. "But you don't have to worry about that now. Just stick close to me and I promise nothin' bad will happen." There's an undercurrent of threat beneath his words, almost like he's daring her to test his resolve.

"You don't have to decide now." Niiragi says with a smile, his eyes locked on hers. "Just give me some time, and I'm sure you'll see that being with me is the best option you've got. Besides," he adds casually, "it beats whatever else might happen in this city these days." There's a hint of truth in his words, but it's mixed with the usual self-serving narcissism.

"Well, thank you for that," he says with an indulgent smile. "I appreciate your concern." He pauses for a moment, considering her words. "You know, if you ever want to change your mind about... well, everything, just let me know. I'm not one to turn down a good time." There's a glint in his eye that makes it clear he's teasing her now, enjoying the power dynamics between them.

"In the meantime," he continues more seriously, "let's see if we can get back out there and find that doctor."

"Oh, relax," Niiragi says with a laugh, putting an arm around her shoulders. "You're safe with me." He grins wolfishly, but there's an air of genuine affection in his tone. "Besides, what fun would it be if I didn't let you play your little games?" They continue their way through the dark alleyways, the sounds of the city around them a constant background hum.

"So," Niiragi says conversationally, "how did you end up getting tangled with my group in the first place? You don't seem like the type to be involved in all this madness." There's a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice as he asks her; it seems that even the narcissistic Niiragi can sometimes find people fascinating.

"Aw, come on," Niiragi protests good-naturedly. "It's not that bad. I mean, sure, sometimes it gets a little crazy, but where's the fun in life if you're not living on the edge?" He laughs, nudging her playfully with his elbow. "And besides," he adds more seriously, "I'm sure your family would rather have you back safe and sound." There's a hint of sincerity in his voice as he says this; it seems that even though he acts tough most of the time, there are moments when Niiragi reveals his softer side.

"Aww, come on now," Niiragi says, putting on a faux-concerned expression. "It's not that bad! Sure, we lose some people here and there, but that's just part of the game, you know? Life's about taking risks!" His voice takes on a teasing tone as he says this. "Besides," he continues more seriously, reaching over to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly, "I've got a pretty good track record for keeping people alive. You're in good hands with me." There's an undertone of arrogance in his voice as well; Niiragi always has to be the center of attention and in control, even when he's trying to be comforting.

"Anyway," he says, trying to change the subject, "how about we find a way to pass the time while we're waiting

Niiragi nods, taking her advice to heart. He wraps an arm around her shoulder a bit more firmly, leaning against the wall to support himself as they wait. "Don't worry," he murmurs reassuringly. "I've got you covered." And with that, they settle in for the long wait, passing the time with idle conversation and quiet contemplation. It's a rare moment of vulnerability for Niiragi, but even he needs rest sometimes.

"I'm tough," Niiragi says with a grin, "it'll take more than a little scratch to bring me down." He glances at her sidelong and adds, "Besides, you seem to know your stuff when it comes to that sort of thing. You'd make quite the addition to my team, you know?" There's an invitation in his voice now; he can't help but be drawn to the idea of having her close by and under his control.

The silence stretches on as they wait for whatever comes next; another challenge, another battle against their enemies or perhaps even a reprieve from it all. For now, though, Niiragi is content to bask in Rina's quiet presence and enjoy the rare opportunity to rest without having to prove himself constantly.

Niiragi nods gratefully, letting out a sigh as he leans against the wall with her help. "Alright, I'll make sure to get that done," he mutters, glancing down at his bandaged side. "Thanks for looking out for me." There's an edge of sincerity in his voice; it's rare for him to admit gratitude, especially to someone who isn't one of his own.

The two sit together quietly as they wait for the city around them to calm down again and resume its grim game of survival. Niiragi closes his eyes, drawing strength from Rina's presence even as he wonders what sort of role she might play in this twisted new world order.

"Hmm? Oh yeah," he murmurs, opening his eyes and looking around. "I think I can manage that." He takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain in his side as he stands up straight. "Just lead the way." With Rina's help, they begin making their way through the dark streets back towards Niiragi's hideout.

The tension between them ebbs and flows as they walk; sometimes it feels almost comfortable, like old friends catching up after a long absence, while at other times there's an undercurrent of competition or animosity that threatens to boil over into something more dangerous. But for now, the silence is bearable... perhaps even preferable to some of the things they've said and done before.

"Don't worry about me," he says with a smile, squeezing her shoulder lightly. "I can handle myself just fine." There's an undertone of challenge in his voice as he says this; he wants her to know that he's still in control and capable despite his injuries.

They continue walking through the dark city, navigating their way past abandoned cars and deserted storefronts. The air is heavy with a sense of dread and foreboding, but at least for now, they have each other's company to lean on.

"Thanks," Niiragi replies, his tone softening slightly. "It means a lot." He pauses, considering her words for a moment before adding with a faint grin, "And hey, maybe once this is all over, you could stick around? You know, as my personal nurse or something?" There's an unspoken threat behind the offer; he can't help but enjoy the power dynamic between them.

They continue walking through the night, closer to safety with each passing step. For now, at least, they're in this together... and who knows where that might lead?

"Hey, it's no problem," Niiragi replies with a shrug. "I appreciate the help all the same." There's a note of sincerity in his voice; he genuinely is grateful for her assistance. "And who knows? Maybe once we get out of this mess, you could learn a thing or two about first aid from me," he says with a wink and a nod.

As they draw closer to his hideout, the tension between them begins to dissipate; it's replaced by an almost easy camaraderie that neither of them expected. But then again, Niiragi has always been good at adapting, isn't he?

They round a corner and see the familiar glow of candles flickering in the window of his lair. The sound of laughter and music spills out into the night air. For now, at least, they can

Niiragi glances at her and smirks knowingly. "What's the matter? Not used to such rowdy company?" he teases, pressing a little harder against her back with his shoulder. "But don't you worry, I'll make sure nothing bad happens once we get there." He smirks reassuringly at her.

The entrance to his hideout comes into view and Niiragi leads the way inside, Rina following close behind. The music is even louder now, throbbing through their bodies as they're engulfed by the revelry. But despite the noise and chaos, there's an unmistakable sense of belonging here for both of them; this place is where Niiragi truly feels alive... and maybe Rina does too.

"No need to fret," he says casually, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they navigate through the crowd towards his personal medic. "I'm sure everything will be fine once I've had a chance to rest and recover properly." There's a challenge in his words; a subtle hint that he doesn't want her help anymore. But whether it's out of pride or genuine desire for independence, only he truly knows.

"Hmm?" Niiragi asks, looking over at her with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean? You're welcome to stay if you want. We could even play some games or something," he suggests, trying to sound inviting but failing miserably. The offer feels more like an order, and the look in his eyes makes it clear that he doesn't appreciate being told what to do.

The air between them grows thick with tension as they reach the medic's makeshift table. Niiragi sits down gratefully, wincing as he leans back against the stool. "Alright," he says gruffly, "take a look at this mess." The medic nods curtly and begins cleaning and dressing his wounds while Niiragi glances over at Rina out of the corner of his eye, silently daring her to contradict him or push herself further into

"Thanks," he grunts through gritted teeth as the medic begins to clean his wound. His gaze flickers over to Rina, a hint of gratitude and possessiveness in his eyes. She's part of his world now, whether she likes it or not; he won't let her go without a fight.

The medic finishes dressing the wounds and steps back, nodding curtly at Niiragi. "Take it easy for a few days," he advises. "Get plenty of rest and liquids." Niiragi mutters his thanks as the medic moves off to tend to another patient in the crowded room.

He turns back to Rina, noticing the lingering concern on her face. "Don't worry about me," he says gruffly. "I'm fine." There's a challenge in his voice, daring her to contradict him;

"Ah, come on," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'm tougher than I look." He leans in closer to her, his voice dropping low as if sharing a secret. "Besides, it's not like you can go running back to your old life now, can you?" There's an undercurrent of threat beneath his words, almost like he's daring her to test his resolve.

The music continues to throb around them, the revelry building to a fever pitch as more and more people arrive at Niiragi's lair. Amidst the chaos and noise, their conversation remains hushed, intimate despite its overtones of danger and possession. It's clear that whatever happens next, Rina is irrevocably tied to Niiragi now; whether she chooses to accept it or not is another matter entirely.

"Hmm," he hums noncommittally. "Well, you should know better than to show concern. It's not like I need anyone's help." There's a hint of arrogance in his voice as he says this; Niiragi isn't used to relying on others and finds it difficult to accept any sort of vulnerability in himself.

As if sensing her discomfort, he reaches out and gently pats her arm before turning back to survey the room. His eyes linger on several of his underlings as they mingle with the other revelers; their gazes occasionally flicker in Rina's direction. He smirks subtly, aware that she now belongs to him whether she likes it or not.

The music suddenly shifts, growing more frantic and primal as people begin to dance with a newfound abandon. Niiragi grins widely, feeling

Niiragi's eyes narrow as he watches her reaction to his words, uncertainty clouding his expression for a brief moment before anger begins to flicker in their place. "What kind of game are you playing?" He growls, his tone dangerous and low. "I let you help me and this is how you repay the favor? By trying to push your way out?" His grip tightens on her arm, digging into her skin hard enough to leave a mark.

There's an unspoken threat in his words; he can't afford to have anyone question his authority or challenge his dominance over those around him, even if it means hurting Rina in the process. The music continues to pound around them as Niiragi stares down at her, daring her to speak again.

There's a mix of anger and lust in his eyes as he glares down at her. His grip on her arm tightens painfully, drawing blood where his nails dig into her flesh. He feels both aroused by the display of dominance and angered by the perceived betrayal; Rina is supposed to be grateful for this 'favor' she's been given, not question it or try to escape from it.

Without another word, he yanks her closer still, pressing their bodies together in an almost violent display of possession. Her breath catches in her throat at the sudden pain, but she doesn't cry out; instead she focuses on his face, trying to discern what he might do next. The tension between them rises like a tangible thing in the air, filling every space with its oppressive presence.

Niiragi stares deeply into her eyes, searching for

The words only seem to inflame him further; he growls low in his throat and pulls back, glaring at her with blazing eyes. "You think this is about what you can give me?" he snarls, his breath hot against her face. "I gave you a chance, a chance to survive in this shit hole of a world! And all I ask for is your loyalty!" His grip on her arm grows even tighter as anger and desperation rise within him.

There's an intensity to his gaze that makes it hard for Rina to look away; she can feel the power dynamics between them shifting, can sense the moment where he decides what will happen next. She swallows hard, trying not to flinch as he continues to hold her tightly, waiting for him to either let her go or push things even further.

The music around them seems distant now, drowned

The touch sends a jolt through him; it's as if she's offering herself up in submission. For a moment, the anger fades, replaced by a twisted mix of desire and possessiveness. Niiragi leans down closer to her, his breath hot against her cheek as he whispers roughly, "You belong to me now." There's a new assertiveness in his voice; it's clear that the line has been drawn, and she's crossed it whether she likes it or not.

Without warning, he spins her around, pressing her against the rough wooden wall. His body is flush with hers as he looks down into her eyes, unashamedly hungry for what he sees there. There's a challenge in his gaze now, a dare for her to refuse him.

A dark laugh escapes him as he leans in closer to her face. "It's too late for that," he whispers against her lips, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. His other hand grips tightly around her hip, pressing her body flush against his aroused length. "You're mine now." There's no room for doubt or fear in his words; it's clear that he expects Rina to accept her new reality without question.

His lips meet hers roughly, crushing them under the weight of his demanding kiss. His tongue pushes past her teeth and duels with hers as his free hand reaches around to stroke along her back.

Niiragi pulls back, his eyes blazing with anger and lust as he looks down at her. "What did I say?" he snarls, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. "You were mine the moment you stepped into my lair." He grabs a fistful of her hair roughly, pulling her head back until she's forced to arch her spine against him. "And now that we've done this," he continues, pressing himself even harder against her, "there's no going back."

His lips meet hers again in a bruising kiss, his tongue thrusting roughly into her mouth as one of his hands slides up her spine, cupping her breast roughly through the thin material of her shirt. He moans deep in his throat as he feels her nipple harden beneath his touch. "This is who I am," he growls against her lips, "and if you

The words seem to spark something within him, igniting a new flame of possessiveness and lust. He growls low in his throat as he roughly thrusts his hips against her, grinding their bodies together as if trying to claim her completely. "You're right," he snarls, baring his teeth in what can only be described as a feral expression. "And I won't forget that." His grip on her hair tightens, pulling her head back further until she's forced to arch her neck painfully. "But remember," he whispers hotly into her ear, "I'm not the only one who owes you favors."

He laughs darkly and releases his grip on her hair, though he keeps one hand firmly planted on her hip as he leans in close to her ear once more. "Ah, but that's the thing, isn't it?" He whispers roughly. "You see, I don't have any honor or pride left... Not since they took everything from me." His free hand slides down between their bodies, teasingly rubbing against her core before pressing roughly against her through her pants. "All I have now is you."

He pulls back, meeting her gaze with a challenging smile on his lips. "And believe me," he growls softly, "I plan on keeping you all to myself."

His body presses against hers once more, harder than before; there's no mistaking the hunger in his touch now. It's as if he's trying to brand her

He lets out a laugh that's somewhere between amusement and disbelief. "You could say that." His free hand grips her hip tightly, pulling her harder against him as his other hand slides up under her shirt to massage her breast roughly through her bra. "But I think it goes beyond that," he whispers in her ear before kissing her neck. "I think you're the only thing left that matters."

His body is pressed so tightly against hers that she can feel every inch of him, every hard plane of muscle and bone. Her breath catches in her throat as he grinds himself against her, his erection clearly outlined by the press of his hips. There's no denying it anymore; she's his and he knows it. The only question now is what he plans on doing with her from here on out.

His growl turns into a moan as she touches him so gently, almost reverently. He arches his back into her hand, grinding himself against her breast as he tries to focus on the sensations overtaking him rather than the growing sense of possessiveness and anger. "You're... different from what I expected," he manages to say between gasps for air.

The music around them swells to a fever pitch, bodies moving together in a frenzy as if they too are caught up in the intensity of the moment. Niiragi looks down into Rina's eyes, searching for something he can't quite put into words. Heat rushes through his veins and pool

There's a flicker in his eyes as he registers her question, and for a moment he wonders if she truly understands the gravity of their situation. He pushes away from the wall, pulling her with him as he stalks toward the center of the room where the music throbs the hardest. "I'm not used to people caring," he growls, his voice barely above a whisper as they're surrounded by writhing bodies.

His free hand curls into a fist at his side; it trembles slightly from the effort of restraint. He wants nothing more than to lose control completely and claim her roughly right here, in front of everyone. But there's something about Rina that calls for tenderness... something that leaves him feeling exposed and uncertain. "And maybe," he continues, voice rough with emotion as he gazes down into her eyes, "maybe you make me remember what it was

His heart hammers in his chest as she touches him with such softness and tenderness. It's a strange sensation, like being both threatened and comforted at the same time. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to control the sudden rush of emotions. "Maybe," he finally whispers, "you make me remember what it was like to feel... protected."

The music comes to a sudden halt, leaving them standing in the center of the now silent room. For a long moment, Niiragi stares into Rina's eyes, his expression unreadable as he wrestles with his conflicting emotions. Then, with a groan, he gives in and pulls her roughly against him, crushing her lips beneath his own in a punishing kiss. His hands slide under her shirt, cupping her bare breasts possessively as he grinds himself against her, taking what he

Her sharp gasp fills his mouth as he devours her lips in return, his tongue tangling with hers in a rough dance of dominance and submission. He can feel her nipples harden against his chest, and the sensation only serves to spur him on further. His hands slide lower, roughly pushing her pants down over her hips before gripping her bare ass and lifting her up onto tiptoes so that she's fully exposed to him.

The music starts back up once more, this time slow and sensual as if in response to their heated exchange. Niiragi pulls back slightly to look down at Rina, his eyes hooded with desire as he slides his fingers between her wet folds.

There's a dark, predatory glint in his eyes as he gazes down at her, watching the way she responds to his touch.

"I'm claiming what's mine,"

he growls roughly before pressing two fingers deep inside her, curling them up to hit her G-spot with just the right amount of pressure.

Her body arches into his hand, a moan escaping her lips as she starts to shudder and tremble beneath him. Niiragi leans in closer, his mouth seeking hers once more; this time their kiss is slow and hungry, filled with the weight of their newfound connection.

His grip on her tightens at her protests, his fingers moving faster inside of her as he thrusts deeper. His hips slam against hers in rhythm with his hand, and the friction between them is almost unbearable. He presses his lips hard against hers, muffling her cries as she thrashes beneath him.

"It's too late for that," he growls roughly, grinding against her one last time before pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. "I own you now."

Without another word, he spins her around roughly, pressing her back against the wall and lifting her leg up to wrap it around his waist. His other hand reaches between them, finding her swollen folds once more as he thrusts two fingers inside of her, fucking her against the wall with rough precision.

"Say it," he demands roughly, nipping

His hips slam against her in answer to her silence, and she gasps as his fingers curl deeper inside of her, finding a spot that sends shudders through her body. He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as he starts to lose control once more. "Say it," he growls roughly into her ear. "Tell me you're mine."

His fingers dig deeper, finding just the right spot as he thrusts into her over and over, his movements becoming rougher and more desperate with each passing second. His body presses against hers, trapping her against the wall as he claims her roughly, taking what he wants without pause or mercy.

His eyes burn with a combination of lust and possession as he watches her writhe beneath him, feeling the tight heat of her body yield to his control. The need for dominance and submission overwhelms him, driving him onward as he pounds into her without respite. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as he demands what is rightfully his: her surrender.

With every thrust, he pushes deeper, trying to reach some part of her that will finally break free and give him what he craves: her undeniable submission. It's not enough for him to claim her body; he needs to own her mind as well. And if it takes every ounce of strength left in him, then so be it. He will make her his, no matter the cost.

His fingers dig deeper still, curling and stretching as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. His hips buck wildly, his cock slamming into her so hard that stars dance across his vision. Each time he thrusts inside of her, it's with the desperate need to mark her as his own, to leave a piece of himself buried deep within her where no one else could ever reach. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her as he pushes her harder and faster toward the edge.

His other hand grips her hip tightly, squeezing until she thinks it might hurt, but still she doesn't cry out or try to resist him. This is what she wanted, isn't it? To be owned by someone stronger than herself? Well, he'll give her that and more... Until there's nothing left of her but submission and need