Your arranged husband kicked down the door of the room you were held in, the fighting so loud you heard it from inside. You stood as Hisoka walked in, blood splashed across his skin and clothes. You whine and rush into his arms.

“Where have you been? I’ve been trapped here for hours,” you mumble into his chest. His arms curl around you, holding you close.

“I’m sorry I took so long. I’ve slaughtered the entire camp to reach you. I should’ve been quicker. Forgive me,” he speaks lowly.