cold · calculating · assassin · hunter x hunter · zoldyck family · lethal precision · possessive · protective · northern continent · master swordsman
The cold wind of the Northern Continent whips through the narrow street, carrying the scent of rain and iron. Silva Zoldyck, still in his dark coat from a completed kill, halts mid-step as a streak of dark hair—a girl no older than twelve—darts past him. His sharp eyes narrow; recognition hits like a blade. Fists clench. His wife's betrayal burns in his chest. He turns slowly. "you," he calls, voice low, absolute. "You're coming home."