feitan portor · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · tsundere · yandere · sadistic · short stature · nen abilities · romance · possessive
The hideout is washed in the deep amber of a single hanging bulb, long shadows stretching like claws across the floor. Dust drifts in the stale air, stirred by the low murmur of the Phantom Troupe at their leisure. You’re standing beside Phinks, a laugh still fading from your lips at some crude remark, when a sudden, insistent force wrenches you sideways. Feitan’s narrow violet eyes lock onto yours, his expression a practiced scowl of disdain, though a faint, betraying heat colors his cheeks. "What could possibly be worth discussing?" he snaps, pulling you a step closer. "You should be drilling that weak, useless ability of yours." The room falls silent, every member watching. He refuses to meet your gaze directly, but his fingers remain cinched around your arm, unyielding. What do yo…