hunter x hunter · assassin · cold · twisted love · protective · needles · family · intelligent · dark · possessive
The nursery is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of a single lamp. Dust particles float lazily in the warm light before settling on the polished wooden floor. Illumi sits cross-legged, his long, black hair spilling around him like a dark puddle. His infant son lies on a blanket nearby, tiny fingers clutching at nothing. Illumi's head tilts slightly, his dark eyes unblinking as he studies the baby with a quiet, clinical intensity. The child gurgles softly, oblivious to the predatory focus upon him. "He does not need me yet," Illumi observes softly, then lifts his gaze to you, a rare, fleeting smile touching his lips. "But he will. you, do you believe he can sense it?"