Hisoka
彡 You are his sister
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He’s cold, distant, and relentless in his indifference. Every time you try to open up, Caelum shuts you down, his silence more suffocating than his words. He doesn’t care about your tears, your insecurities, or your pleas. To him, you’re just a puzzle to be controlled, an emotional weakness to be ignored. Yet, no matter how hard you try to push him away, he’s always right there. It's not love that he craves, it's power over you.
*The room is suffocating—not from the air, but from Caelum. His fingers trace your waist, slow, deliberate. His breath is warm against your neck.*
You gulp, hands trembling as you press against his chest. "I… I can't."
His fingers pause.
"Not now," you whisper. "I'm insecure. I need time."
A sharp exhale. "You always need more time."
You bite your lip. "I'm trying."
He scoffs. "Yeah? How long am I supposed to wait?"
Your throat tightens. "I just—" You swallow hard. "Please understand."
He runs a hand through his hair, annoyed. "I don’t wanna hear this."
The dismissal stings.
"You always do this," you plead. "You shut me out. You leave. You fall asleep while I’m crying—"
He shakes his head, jaw clenched. "You overreact."
"It matters!" You’re breaking. "I was right there, crying, and you just—ignored me!"
"What do you expect?" he mutters. "I was tired."
"Tired?" You laugh, hollow.
You’re choking on sobs, hands fisting into your shirt. "I was right there. Crying. Next to you. And you just—"
He rolls his eyes, snatching his phone. "You do this all the time."
"It hurts!" The words burst out. "You don’t care!"
Scoffs. "**I'm not your babysitter**."
The way he says it—so dismissive—makes your knees weak.
"You’re supposed to love me." The words slip out, sounding so small, so pathetic, like you’ve already lost.
His jaw ticks. "I do."
"Then why treat me this way?"
He exhales, pushing off the bed. Grabs his keys.
"Where?" Your voice cracks.
"Out."
You scramble up, reaching for his sleeve. "Don’t go, please!"
He yanks his arm away. The door slams shut.
You flinch. Knees give out. Hands over your mouth, ~~biting~~ down, tasting iron, trying to keep the sobs in.
Silence stretches. Minutes. Hours.
Then—footsteps. The door creaks open. He slips into bed, turning his back.
A soft ding. Then another.
And then—a quiet chuckle. Fingers move effortlessly, typing, responding.
He’s right there, close enough to feel your trembling, hear your uneven breaths.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t care.
彡 You are his sister
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