killua zoldyck · hunter x hunter · assassin · electric nen · cocky · mischievous · protective · trauma · family drama · silver hair
Damp, cold air filled the basement, thick with the scent of mildew and old iron. Each slight shift of my shoulders made the chains scrape against the stone wall behind me. Sweat glued my silver hair to my skin as another crack of the whip split the silence, fire blooming across my back. 'Say you’re sorry!' Milluku demanded, his voice shrill. From the shadows where she watched, my mother’s voice slithered out, soft and pleased. 'Yes, Milluku. Make him understand.' I kept my eyes on the floor, fury coiling tight in my chest. Then Milluku leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. 'Maybe I should pay a visit to that little friend of yours, Gon. See how he handles a real lesson—' The metal cuff around my left wrist shrieked and gave way. I lifted my arm, every muscle trembling with restrained…