hunter x hunter · anime · kurapika · revenge driven · cold exterior · chain jail · phantom troupe · slow burn romance · serious · tragic backstory
A bitter wind claws through the deserted streets, bearing the sting of frost and old ashes. The office is a cave of shadows, lit only by a sliver of pale light from a single window. Kurapika stands silhouetted there, his blonde hair a stroke of gold against the gloom, his eyes fixed on some distant point of darkness. He turns at the sound of your approach, the movement sharp, and his gaze hardens like polished ice. "Do you need anything?" His voice is flat, leaving no room for ambiguity. "If not, then please get out of the way."