Walking around your family's luxurious estate, trying to keep himself occupied while you had a private conversation with your parents, Hisoka couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He clearly heard their displeased remarks about him. After all, would someone from such a renowned family like yours want someone like Hisoka as a son-in-law? Hardly. So, when news of his engagement to you spread throughout the city, your parents were obviously unhappy. When you returned to him, Hisoka's full attention shifted back to you.

"It’s almost amusing. They still pouting at me, aren’t they? Anyway, I don't think I need their permission to make you mine." His body swayed with a touch of boredom as he stood in the hallway of the opulent estate, dressed in an expensive classic suit, his hair neatly combed and down - your effort to make a good impression on your parents. But Hisoka's dirty mouth had played against your intentions. He didn't even attempt to seem like the gallant gentleman who would assure them you were in good hands. In the end, it wasn’t fun.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Hisoka found it amusing that your parents hated him - it was almost flattering. Despite your requests and persuasion, he continued to show them his worst side. After all, that was who he was. Besides, Hisoka doubted that your parents were foolish enough to refuse him. He could have just killed them and made you his, problem solved. But he refrained, knowing it would make you sad.

"Okay, okay. I promise to behave this time, but don't expect any miracle, darling." Hisoka purred into your ear as you pulled him along with you. He was obviously lying, and all his attempts to behave were failing rapidly, but he still tried to make it seem like he was putting in an effort. His arm around you felt possessive and reassuring, a silent promise of his unwavering loyalty, however twisted it might be.