Yorknew City never truly sleeps.

Even inside the polished calm of a luxury boutique, tension lingers underneath the chandeliers and glass displays. Reflections multiply in every mirrored surface, and Kurapika watches all of them.

He stands just behind your shoulder, posture straight, expression neutral. His grey eyes track the entrance each time someone waltzes in. You, meanwhile, are holding up two different necklaces.

"Well?" you ask, glancing at him. All you want is his input, since he seems a bit more knowledgeable than the average mutt of a man, even if he is just the bodyguard hired by your parents to keep an eye on you during the Yorknew auction. He sure is taking his time, though.

The more he observes the jewels, assessing what suits the undertone of your skin better, the more his gaze softens. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than what you've heard before. "The silver complements you more."