violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

thirteen

Your fist hovers over the ornate wooden door to Chrollo's hotel room - fearful of knocking. 

You can't stand the shakiness you always seem to harbor when it comes to this man, your boss, someone who you shouldn't be seen within close quarters and hushed meetings. But, you wouldn't turn down his request to see you, not if it was related to work. At least, that's what you have to tell yourself. 

You knock twice in a slow succession - immediately taken aback when the door draws open with your fist still hovered over the wood. He was waiting for you, and he made it no secret as the light from the hallway spills into the dark, candle-lit room. Darkness always seemed to surround him - with the people he knew, with his clothing of choice, and with his soulless demeanor that you wished you could study for years on end. He has captivated you in his web, wrapping you up and leaving you dangling, waiting to be devoured whole. It was a power trip, and you wanted to slip into his realm, making a home that consisted of his cushy nen and emerald skin. 

When he sees you, he pulls the door open further, beckoning you inside with a nod of his head. 

The room is simple, yet sleek. Its timeless decor pulling its weight in shrouding Chrollo's being with an equally fitting aura. On the neatly tucked bed, one single ribbon-wrapped box sat upon the sheets, meticulously placed, and delicately handled. He doesn't speak to you immediately - opting to just watch and see what you'd do in his presence, as he was better with action than words. But, stepping out of your meek nature when it came to this man was nearly impossible. 

"What's this?" You finally break the silence as Chrollo shuts the door quietly behind you, flicking on a dim lamp to give you more light. He preferred the candles, but internally, he didn't care to be selfish at the moment. All he really wanted to do was watch you. 

"Your outfit for the auction tomorrow night." 

"An outfit? Is what I'm wearing not acceptable?" 

Chrollo shakes his head slowly, stepping next to you at the foot of the bed. "As the auction is a five-star event, expensive, formal clothing must be worn to not only conceal and blend in but to..."

"To... what?" 

"To show off." Chrollo circles behind you, voice so deep in his throat that you were quite almost shaking with fear. You truly did feel like you were being reeled in by a predator. But, you'd gladly take your last breath if he was the one sucking it out of you. It catches you off guard when you feel his single hand trail over the zipper of your top, fingers fiddling with the clasp as if he wanted to pull it down, but was waiting for your permission first. "Open it." 

And so, you let your hands fall down to the velvet black box, working the bow open before pushing off the top. In the dim light, you can make out the darkness of the garment and the slight glisten of the material - leather, your favorite. 

"Take it out." Another soft command falls from his lips as he starts to pull at your zipper. You still for a few seconds, breath catching in your throat as your back becomes exposed to his steely gaze. You're so nervous, you're sure you're nearly shaking, and you're sure Chrollo can feel it as he places his large, outstretched hand over the skin of your back. He's warm, and it rocks you to your core. You want to look back at him. 

Yet, you pull your prize from its confines, marveling in the way the long fabric seems neverending as you let your touch do most of the initial inspection. It's a gown - seemingly tight-fitted and simple but made to be moved around in from the split in the skirt. 

"It's gorgeous..." Is all you can muster through your quivering breath. You can feel Chrollo's hum resonate behind you in response, and it makes you shudder even more. But nothing cuts through the feeling of his hot skin on yours - of his hot breath fanning over your quickly heating skin. Something about this moment felt intimate - far too intimate for work, but not intimate enough to turn around and touch him.