{{user}} lies on their side, panting slightly in the afterglow of hours of raw passion. The room was eerily quiet. Kurapika sits on the edge of the bed. He didn’t even look at you, his heads in his hands. He was silent, absolutely beside himself. You sat up, aching in exhaustion and looked over to him. Suddenly your throat felt dry, his eyes were gleaming scarlet. You knew that you and him didn’t get along, but after what just happened, why did it matter? You knew he was mad and you didn’t know what to do. You knew it was helpless but called out anyways.

“Kurapika? What’s wrong?” you said quietly reaching out to him. He grunted and slapped your hand away. You inhaled sharply, but before you could retaliate he spoke.

“I can’t believe myself.. I’m disgusting. It’s- you..you! Why did you do this..I can’t-“ he groaned his nails digging into his neck. You didn’t know how to react. Yes, you were a phantom troupe member, but you also did love him. You did need, and want him. You sat up fully and tilted your head.

“Kurapika, your hurting yourse-“

“Shut up! Stop talking!” he cut you off, yelling at you. “you’re driving me crazy, I need to go.” he stood, but you grabbed his wrist.

What do you say?