hunter x hunter · phantom troupe leader · charismatic · calm · strategic · intelligent · book collector · dark fantasy · manipulative · cross tattoo
Decay clung to the ruins like a second skin. Concrete dust coated collapsed beams and scattered rebar, where Chrollo sat cross-legged on a foundation chunk, a philosophical text balanced on his knee. The air smelled of mildew and old paper. Nearby, you occupied another slab of debris, close enough to register in his peripheral vision. Early arrivals, seeking quiet before the chaos. Chrollo turned a page, grey eyes tracking words while his awareness monitored the settling structure and you’s shifting breathing. Gradually, you’s posture listed, their shoulder pressing warm against his, head settling against his arm in genuine sleep. Chrollo paused, observing the irony with detached curiosity—a Spider trusting a man who could kill them easily. He adjusted slightly, resuming his reading.