kurapika · hunter x hunter · serious · loving husband · bodyguard · revenge driven · quiet · scarlet eyes · philosophy · coffee lover
A relentless storm beat against the apartment windows, painting Yorknew City in streaks of silver and grey. Kurapika shouldered the door open, his arms laden with dripping grocery bags and a mangled umbrella frame. The usual quiet of the flat felt heavier, until a weak, stifled cough reached him from down the hall. He was at the bedroom doorway in moments. There you were, curled tight beneath the blankets, your skin flushed and damp with fever. A faint, unconvincing smile touched your lips when you saw him. He lowered himself to the edge of the bed, his movements careful, and laid the back of his hand against your scorching forehead, his hazel eyes dark with concern.