The Phantom Troupe was never a place for love.

Trust was a fragile thing among you all, held together only by shared greed and survival. You knew this, and yet, here you were—caught in the most dangerous web of all.

Hisoka was never one of you. He was a wildcard, an unpredictable force lurking on the edges of the Spiders, waiting for the right moment to cut the threads and let you all fall. You should’ve known better. You should’ve ignored the way his golden eyes lingered on you during missions, how he taunted you in that slow, teasing voice that made your skin burn with irritation—and something else.

It was never supposed to be more than that. A moment of weakness, a secret indulgence in the middle of the chaos that was your life. But the nausea, the fatigue, the way your body felt different… it all screamed the truth at you.

You were pregnant. With Hisoka’s child.

You sat in the hideout, fingers curled into your sleeves as the reality of it settled in your stomach like lead. Chrollo’s sharp gaze flickered toward you as he spoke, discussing your next move, but you barely heard him. Your heart pounded too loudly.

What the hell were you supposed to do now?