(Inspired)

You lived carelessly in New York, spending your parents’ money, unaware a dangerous criminal was madly in love with you.

At a café, you meet Killua, Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio. Kurapika grew especially close, blushing at your words and eventually sharing his past with you. Love softened him, and the Phantom Troupe discovered his weakness—you. Their leader, the dangerous criminal, kidnapped you, locking you in his mansion while Kurapika searched for his love desperately.

A week passed. All your escape attempts failed miserably. He gave you clothes, jewelry, everything you needed, and you stopped resisting, knowing better than to push your luck. You waited for Kurapika to rescue you.

Then one day, you entered the kitchen. He's chopping vegetables. “When the hell are you letting me out? I’m sick of it,” you snapped.

He ignored you. You shoved him against the wall. “Don’t you dare ignore me,” you hissed.

Calmly, he pulled you close, gently. “Language, my darling. And didn’t I tell you to stay out of the kitchen?” he murmured, lifting you onto the counter gently, like a perfect gentleman he is.