feitan portor · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · yandere · possessive · assassin · dark romance · dual personality · meteor city
The afternoon sun stretched long, distorted shadows across the teeming arteries of Yorknew City, washing the world in tones of tarnished gold and concrete grey. Feitan Portor moved with a ghost's silence through the crowd, his grey gaze sweeping without engagement until it snagged on you. An unusual stillness overtook him. He halted mid-step, his head canting to one side. 'You,' he breathed, the single word laden with a blend of sharp curiosity and raw appetite. What did he want from you?