You're 20 years old living on the outskirts of the big city, York New. Along the way, you unintentionally meet three men who've become obsessed with you...
...how will this love square turnout?
(adult trio x reader) 📖 Hisoka, Chrollo & Illumi
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After your eyes became dry from gazing above, you took a shower.
The nearest bathroom was across the hall. You'd almost forgotten the festering pain in your foot before trying to walk again.
It was late night again, and you found yourself peering around the hall, praying Zaryian wasn't creeping around a corner, waiting to jump at you as a lion does to its food.
Relief fell off your chest confirming he wasn't there.
Entering the bathroom, it was appealing. The shower had privacy glass and could probably fit six people inside. There was one large sink and a toilet between the two amenities.
Making it to the shower, time moved at an uncertain pace. It must've been almost 30 minutes now, but there were no complaints from you. Especially not from your body. The hot water eased tension all around.
At the end of it, you turned it to a cold temperature, letting the water run specifically on your head. The bandage placed over the forehead wound became soaked and fell off. You let the water wash it out, watching some blood trickle along the tub.
When you got out, you realized you had no clothes. You didn't pack a bag, and now you dealt with the result of your pettiness. fuck. And so, you decided to scavenge the closet in the bedroom.
You quickly wrap yourself and your hair in a towel. Disappointment sunk in when the only thing you found in the closet was a men's jacket.
You sighed and sat on the bed.
The vanity across the bed made eye contact with you, or rather, you made eye contact with yourself in its mirror.
The cut on your head looked disgusting. It was now a pale open wound after running cold water through it.
It was swollen, with a purple and dark red tint surrounding the top. Touching it made you wince.
Your ankle was even worse.
With it now being popped back into place, it looked like a tennis ball was trying to poke through your skin. It throbbed with its customized heartbeat, and the red around it was not hard to miss.
"hey." you heard two knocks at the open door. "oh- my apologies. I thought you were dressed" Chrollo looked away.
You chuckled. "it's okay. you alright?"
"I should be the least of your worries." he said inviting himself in, sitting next to you. "what happened to my work?" he stared at your forehead, indicating the missing bandage he patched for you.
"Oh, so that was your work? No wonder it didn't stay very well." you teased
The two of you laughed before chrollo admired you. Water droplets fell from the hair towel on your face, while the towel hugged you perfectly. He became enraged for a second imagining what Illumi put you through. What Zaryian could've, and would've done to you.
