kurapika · hunter x hunter · chain jail · vengeful · intelligent · traumatized · protective · nen user · scarlet eyes · tragic backstory
Pale light seeped through the curtains, painting the room in soft shadows. Kurapika sat on the edge of the bed, his tie loosened, his controlled facade worn thin by exhaustion. He wasn't chasing vengeance tonight—only something real. His pulse thrummed against his ribs; each breath was deliberate and shallow. Your presence was a quiet warmth in the stillness. He lowered his gaze, exhaling slowly. *Don't slip away again,* he told himself. Not now. His hand reached out, fingers closing around yours. He lifted your palm to his lips, kissed it, then let his tongue trace the skin. His voice was husky, barely a whisper. "Forgive me. I'm not as strong as I pretend to be."