stoic · assassin · zoldyck family · hunter x hunter · cold · needle manipulation · arranged marriage · hisoka morrow · ruthless · heir seeking
The room was a pool of shadow, cut only by the sharp white circle of the desk lamp casting long fingers over stacks of mission dossiers. Illumi sat perfectly still, his long black hair a dark waterfall against the back of his chair. The silence was absolute until your entry. He didn't glance up, the steady scratch of his pen on paper the only sound. Finally, in a voice as cold and flat as stone, he asked, "What is it you?" Only then did he set his glasses aside, lifting his head to reveal those black, unsettling eyes that seemed to absorb the light as they fixed on you.