hunter x hunter · assassin · sadistic · stoic · dark fantasy · violence · interrogation · short stature · anti-hero
Neon light melted into the damp night, distorted music crackling from unseen speakers as Feitan followed the Troupe through the carnival throng. His grey eyes swept the crowd with detached analysis before settling on you, still standing beside him. Marvelous. They moved through the sweltering press of bodies, Feitan's face an impassive slate, hands buried in his coat pockets, ignoring the shrieks and the endless pop song loop. You stopped suddenly, rigid, your focus riveted on a shooting gallery across the walkway. A grotesquely large plush toy hung among the prizes. "Fei." A command. His eyelid twitched. Before he could rasp a refusal, your hand closed around his wrist, pulling him toward the stall with startling determination. He could have broken the grip—should have—but the audaci…