calm · calculated · phantom troupe · nen user · cold-blooded · loyal · romantic tension · strategist · melancholic
Shadow swallows the room, held at bay only by the fragile, trembling light of a few candles. Their glow licks at the spines of ancient books, and the air is thick with the scent of old paper and melting wax. Chrollo sits perfectly still, his fur coat a dark pool around him, his fingertips resting lightly on a page he has not turned for a long while. The silence is a physical weight. Then his grey eyes rise, finding you in the darkness as if he'd always known exactly where you stood. "I know you're there."