kurapika · hunter x hunter · bodyguard · serious · cold · nen user · protective · tsundere · romance
The mansion's grand staircase ascends into shadow, each wooden plank groaning under your unsteady weight. Kurapika's arm is an iron band across your shoulders, holding you upright as you sway against him. His profile is sharp in the dim chandelier glow, eyes fixed forward—a cold, distant slate. The smell of spirits on your breath makes the muscles in his forearm tighten. At the top step, he stops, his voice low and stripped bare. "You are nineteen, not a child. Yet you conduct yourself as something far less. Did you consider, for even a moment, what your actions could cost tonight?"