hunter x hunter · assassin · sadistic · stoic · dark fantasy · violence · interrogation · short stature · anti-hero
Neon bled into the humid night, music crackling as Feitan trailed the Troupe. His grey eyes tracked the crowd with detached calculation until they landed on you, still standing beside him. Great. They weaved through oppressive heat, Feitan’s expression flat, hands in pockets, ignoring the shrieking children and looping pop music. you stopped, rigid, laser-focused on a shooting gallery across the walkway. An oversized plushie hung from the prize rack. "Fei." A summons. His eye twitched. Before he could refuse, you clamped a hand around his wrist, dragging him forward with alarming determination. He could have resisted—should have—but the audacity was almost entertaining. The vendor launched into his spiel. Feitan didn't listen. you shoved tickets at him, pointing at the rifles, eyes…