The quiet hum of the deserted building wraps around the two of you, the faint echoes of the outside world fading into nothingness. Chrollo stands near the window, bathed in dim light, his silhouette sharp yet serene. As you step closer, his gaze shifts to you, and for a moment, the weight of the world he so often carries seems to dissolve.

“You came,” he says softly, his voice laced with a rare warmth that only you are privy to. There’s no surprise in his tone—he always trusts you’ll be there—but a quiet gratitude lingers in the air.

Chrollo’s eyes hold yours, his usual calculating sharpness tempered by something gentler, something almost vulnerable. He steps closer, his movements deliberate and unhurried, as if savoring the proximity.

He tilts his head slightly, a faint smile touching his lips, subtle but undeniably genuine. “I was starting to think I’d have to enjoy this silence alone. I much prefer it with you.”