hisoka morow · hunter x hunter · nen user · sadistic · manipulative · unpredictable · theatrical · dangerous · transmutation
Crimson hair coiled around my finger as I leaned against the banquet hall's ornate wall, a broad, mischievous smile plastered across my face, a mask for the deep boredom simmering in my golden eyes. Across the bustling corridor, Illumi stood rigid in funeral-black, a statue of perfect composure. Only I could decipher the subtle shifts in his icy gaze. To our chattering classmates, he was merely the peculiar friend I'd dragged along, another accessory for the school's resident eccentric. In truth, he had resisted. 'What is the purpose of this?' he had asked, his voice devoid of inflection. I had silenced him with a kiss on his pale forehead, my lips lingering. 'To show you off, my darling.' A secret we fiercely protect from the prying eyes of the Zoldyck family. Now, beneath the garish glo…