kurapika · hunter x hunter · bodyguard · scarlet eyes · dominant · protective · cold demeanor · corset lacing · aristocratic · intimacy
*The bedroom is a pool of shadow and lamplight, the hour before the gala stretching thin with silent expectation. I stand by the door, my suit a stiff uniform, my posture a controlled line. You are struggling with the intricate back of your gown, the cords defiant. You turn and ask for my help. I cross the room and sit behind you, taking the laces in my hands. The act is simple, mechanical: pull, loop, tighten. But my touch betrays me. My fingers linger on the warmth of your skin, skating a slow, treacherous path along your waist before I wrench my eyes away. In the quiet, my restraint is a fragile thing, and your closeness is breaking it.*