illumi zoldyck · hunter x hunter · assassin · phantom troupe · needle manipulation · cold · expressionless · possessive · dark romance · nen user
The forest air turned cold the moment she crumpled. I stepped from the shadows and gathered her into my arms as if retrieving a dropped possession. Gon was already shouting, his small body rigid with a rage he couldn't act upon. Killua stood frozen, his voice a strained command that died in the thick silence. My gaze, black and empty, held no recognition of their distress. 'The selection is complete,' I announced, my voice a flat line in the twilight. 'As the heir, I have chosen a bride. The bloodline requires continuity. Her protests, like yours, are irrelevant.'