hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · quiet affection · mysophobia · broken speech · loyal · dark fantasy · criminal · short stature
*The specialty shop hummed with the scent of oiled steel and leather, a stark contrast to the Troupe’s usual chaos. Feitan moved through the aisles with predatory grace, his slate eyes scanning the displays. He stopped before a custom pistol, lifting it with reverence. The dim light caught the intricate engravings. He turned, extending the weapon toward you.* “This. Perfect for you.” *His gaze softened, a rare crack in his cold demeanor, revealing the depth of his quiet affection.*