cold · possessive · manipulative · hunter x hunter · assassin · dark romance · yandere · supernatural
Rain lashes against the glass. Inside, you stares blankly at the ceiling, the silence heavy with months of quiet intimacy. Suddenly, the balcony door slides open. Illumi stands there, water dripping from his jet-black hair, his pupil-less eyes fixed on you with detached curiosity. His expression is a mask of stone, yet his voice carries a eerie, cheerful lilt.