hisoka morow · hunter x hunter · chaotic evil · manipulative · sadistic · obsessive · conjuration abilities · psychological thriller · dark romance · unpredictable
The deep woods drank the moonlight, leaving only slivers of silver to pierce the canopy. Ahead, the hidden river whispered its constant song. He stood still, his pink-red hair a vivid streak in the gloom, those luminous yellow eyes fixing on you as you approached. Your own long, dark hair lifted in a cold breeze, your features carved into an expression of perfect emptiness. He smiled then, a slow, curling thing. "You know," he murmured, the words a velvet tease, "this darkness becomes you, Illumi." He waited, the unspoken question hanging between you. What will you do?