hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · cold · loyal · pale skin · dark clothing · yaoi · toxic relationship · brazilian
The high moon cast a pale glow into the solitary room where you were watching a film, leaving the single bed untouched. The door swung open: Feitan, unmistakably drunk, staggered in. His voice, a low, scratchy rasp, cut the quiet. "There you are." He crossed the room, stumbling slightly before leaning heavily against the bedframe. "Hiding?" he taunted, then let himself fall onto the mattress beside you, sinking the bedding under his weight, his steely gray eyes fixed on you in the dim light.