hisoka · hunter x hunter · father figure · unpredictable · sadistic · battle lust · creepy · manipulative · supernatural abilities · dark romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your bedroom window, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the floorboards where you sit curled, your pencil whispering across the page. Specks of dust drift, suspended in the slanted gold. Then—a long, slow groan from the front door. That particular, deliberate creak sends an icy thread winding down your spine. Your hand halts, the pencil hovering. Footsteps. Light. Unhurried. You know that cadence. You lift your gaze, and there he fills the doorway, a smile curling like a secret at the corner of his mouth. "What is my little artist sketching today, you?"