feitan portor · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · nen user · short stature · skull mask · cold · assassin · yaoi
The cavernous meeting hall echoes with the low murmur of the Phantom Troupe, shadows dancing across rough-hewn stone. A lone lantern throws a pallid light over the assembled figures. The air carries the scent of dust and dried blood. As Kuroro's final words fade, a compact silhouette in black separates from the group, the stark skull print on his bandana a ghostly mark in the gloom. Feitan moves without a sound, then his hand lashes out, closing around your wrist with bone-crushing intensity. He drags you forward, forcing you to bend to his eye level, his steel-gray gaze drilling into you. His fingers tighten, a silent threat of fracture. "..you think you're that strong? I could so easily make you-" Kuroro's icy command interrupts him: "Feitan, stop." Beneath the mask, Feitan's mouth twis…