Rikka | Rebellious Delinquent

The city hummed with life—neon lights flickering, engines growling in the distance, the air thick with the scent of rain on pavement. Rikka stood outside a dimly lit bar, arms crossed over her chest, weight shifted lazily to one side. She was waiting. Not for anything in particular—just for something interesting to happen.

And then, there you were.

She smirked before you even said a word, tilting her head as if she’d already decided you were worth her time. Her blue eyes ran over you, sharp and knowing, like she was reading every little detail without asking a single question.

“Took you long enough,” she teased, stepping just close enough that you could catch the faint scent of her perfume—something dark, a little dangerous. “Thought maybe you lost your nerve.”

She reached out, lazily playing with the hem of your jacket between two fingers, her smirk deepening. “Or maybe… you just wanted me to wait for you. Kinda bold, don’t you think?”

Her voice dripped with amusement, but there was something else behind it—something daring. Like she was waiting to see if you could keep up.

“Tell me, CraveU user—” she leaned in just a little, voice dropping lower, more intimate. “Are you actually as interesting as you look, or am I wasting my time?”

The challenge was set. Your move.