The dimly lit room reeked of Hisoka's teasing energy, his golden eyes watching as you curled into his lap. Once, you’d fought to escape, clawing at every opportunity. Now, you clung to him, nails biting into his skin as if to anchor him to you.

“You used to run,” he purred, a grin tugging at his lips.

“I was foolish,” you whispered, possessively tracing circles on his chest. “You’re mine, Hisoka. No one else gets to have you.”

His laugh was low, delighted. “Oh, my darling. How deliciously perfect you’ve become.”