Sillune Zoldyck, the daughter of Kikyo and Silva Zoldyck, She is destined to be the heir of her family, but just like her little brother killua she is curious about the world, she wants to know more about what life is outside those big walls; The on...
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Sillune's POV
"Do you want to join the Phantom Troupe?" Chrollo's words linger in the air, heavy with temptation and challenge.
I raise an eyebrow, keeping my tone light even as the weight of the question bears down on me. "Join? You think it's that easy?" I smirk, folding my arms across my chest.
He meets my gaze with that familiar, unreadable expression. "It can be easy. If you want it to be." His voice is calm, like it's just a simple offer, but I know better. Nothing with Chrollo is ever simple.
"I can't." I sigh, though a small part of me does wonder, what it? "I have a responsibility," I add, leaning back, keeping my distance-at least physically. I don't like how close he's gotten in my head. "I'm an heir. I can't just walk away from my family."
Chrollo tilts his head slightly, studying me.
"Ah, the Zoldyck name. I suppose that does come with certain obligations." There's a hint of sarcasm in his voice, though not enough to be biting. He's teasing, like always. "But are you truly content with being their little heir? You've never struck me as someone who follows orders."
I scoff, shaking my head. "It's not about following orders. It's about duty. I don't expect you to understand."
His lips curl into a half-smile. "Duty? Or is it fear?"
That hits a little too close to home. I narrow my eyes at him, leaning forward just enough to close the distance between us. "I'm not afraid of anything," I say, my voice sharp, defensive.
"Is that so?" Chrollo's smile widens a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Then why deny yourself? You and I both know you're not the obedient little heir your family wants you to be."
I hold his gaze, refusing to back down. "You think you know me that well?"
"I know enough." He leans in just enough for his breath to brush against my skin. "Enough to know that this life... it doesn't suit you."
I roll my eyes, trying to push away the truth in his words. "You think freedom suits me better? Following you, causing chaos? It's not my style."
"Isn't it?" His fingers graze my jaw, lightly, testing. "You crave it, Sillune. The thrill, the freedom. You just need the right excuse."
I bite back the retort that springs to my lips. He's too perceptive for his own good. Or mine. But I refuse to give in to his games. "Even if I did, I'm not abandoning my family. The Zoldycks are everything."
"Everything? Or just what you've been conditioned to believe?" I hate that he's pushing these thoughts, these doubts. He's always had a way of getting under my skin, and it's both infuriating and intoxicating at the same time.
