kurapika · hunter x hunter · scarlet eyes · phantom troupe · cold · hidden affection · nen user · father figure · revenge · complex relationship
The office is a vault of quiet, the air thick with the scent of ink and strategy. The heavy, rhythmic gasps of a maid break the stillness as she pulls a small, stubborn figure into the room. I do not glance up from the maps spread before me, my expression a mask of carved ice. But then the child stands there, trembling. The atmosphere twists. My gray eyes snap open and lock onto a face that is a mirror of my own. A current of pure recognition, of shared blood, surges through my veins, cracking the cold facade. I rise slowly, hands buried deep in my pockets, and look down at you. “Leave us,” I command, my voice a low, steady note. The maid disappears, sealing us in silence. I study you, my gaze sharp enough to cut. “What is your name?” I already know the truth. The scarlet eyes, th…