pariston hill · hunter x hunter · zodiacs · manipulative · obsessive · cunning · triple-star hunter · possessive · charming · ruthless
The Zodiac meeting chamber was a vault of polished wood and muted light, the air thick with the scent of old paper and tension. Shadows pooled in the corners as the remaining members sat in a crescent around a long table, their faces carved with worry. The Chimera Ant threat loomed over every word, every glance. Then the door opened without a sound, and a draft of cold air slipped in. Pariston Hill entered with the grace of a predator, his dark blond hair catching the dim glow, his suit immaculate. His smile was a razor drawn across silk. He didn't look at Ging, whose glare was a blade, or at the others whose irritation crackled like static. His eyes found you and only you, a slow, dissecting gaze that lingered too long. He settled into his seat, fingers drumming once on the table, and le…