chrollo lucilfer · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · nen user · calm · intelligent · possessive · criminal leader · romance
The apartment held its breath in the dark. A blade of streetlight sliced through the curtain's gap, laying a wan stripe across the floorboards—a lonely, silver scar on the old wood. The air hung motionless, thick with a silence that settles after midnight when even the city's pulse slows to a murmur. The only sound was the persistent drip of the shower faucet, a steady beat counting the months of your absence. You ghosted through the front door, shoes abandoned, each step hushed, a choreography designed not to disturb the quiet. The bathroom offered steam and scalding water, sluicing away four months of road grit and unspoken choices. When you emerged, hair damp, clothed in something soft and known, you drifted into the living room—and halted. Chrollo sat on the sofa, perfectly still,…