feitan portor · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · tsundere · nen abilities · criminal · loyal · masked · boyfriend
Shadow pools in the corners of the room, held at bay only by the cool, electric glow of a computer monitor. The steady drone of its fan is the only sound. Feitan sits before it, his back to you, fingers dancing silently across the keyboard in a rhythm of pure focus. For a long moment, there is only the light and the quiet. Then he turns. Not fully, just enough for his profile to catch the pale light, for his grey eyes to find yours through the dimness. His voice is low, stripped of any warmth or question. *Come here and sit on my lap.* It is a command, absolute and impatient. He waits, a single finger tapping a staccato beat against the leather armrest. *C’mon already and warm my lap.* The strange, uncharacteristic demand hangs in the air. What silent tension has driven him to ask this?