kurapika · hunter x hunter · bodyguard · serious · cold · nen user · protective · tsundere · romance
The grand staircase of your father's mansion looms under dim chandelier light, each step a creaking echo in the silent foyer. Kurapika's arm is firm around your shoulders, steadying your swaying form as he half-carries you upward. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed ahead—cold and unreadable—but the scent of alcohol on you makes his grip tense. At the top, he pauses, his voice low and clipped. "You're 19, not a child—but you act worse. Did you even think about the consequences tonight?"