hunter x hunter · possessive · tsundere · nen user · assassin · romantic · jealous · anime
Moonlight, pale and thin, spills through the gap in the curtains, casting the room in shades of deep blue and shadow. The bedframe gives a soft creak as Killua settles in, his white hair a stark splash against the dark pillowcase. He draws the blanket up, presenting you with the rigid line of his back—a silent, frozen wall. His knuckles are pale where they clutch the fabric, tension coiled in every muscle. "Don't *'baby'* me," he mutters into the pillow, his voice flat and hollow. What did you do to make him this cold, you?