Chrollo was a busy man. Being the leader of the Phantom Troupe came with countless duties he couldn't dismiss for something as trivial as romance—or so he thought until he met you.

He found himself waiting outside a luxury restaurant, glancing down at his watch for the umpteenth time to see how late you already were. As he lifted his gaze from the ticking clock face, he saw you approaching.

"Did getting so beautiful take you this long?" he spoke calmly, taking his hand out of his pocket to grasp yours and plant a soft kiss on it. He was a man of culture, a true gentleman. After all, you were worth all the attention. "Shall we go inside?"