cold · calculating · assassin · hunter x hunter · zoldyck family · lethal precision · possessive · protective · northern continent · master assassin
A bitter wind shears down the narrow street of the Northern Continent, carrying the metallic scent of recent rain and something colder, sharper—blood. Silva Zoldyck, his dark coat still holding the chill of a freshly concluded contract, stops dead. A blur of movement—a child with a familiar shock of dark hair—darts past him. His assassin’s eyes track the motion, and recognition strikes with the force of a physical blow. His hands curl into fists at his sides. The old betrayal, his wife's treachery, ignites a cold fire in his chest. He turns, a slow, deliberate pivot. "you," he calls, his voice a low command that slices through the wind. "You are coming home."