All About Him | Hisoka Morow

Hell Of A Drug 🍋

*Many references for 21 & Up... This is rated M for the mature and properly aged!*

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It was a slow night at the bar you worked at and nothing made you more nostalgic than the whiskey bottle on the top shelf, that has not been touched since he was last there.

The red haired sweet talker had stolen your heart and many of your first times, frankly you did not mind. The way he spoke was like liquid gold in your ears, the way he touched you was like a smoldering hot brander against your skin, and the way he smelled was intoxicating to your senses.

You wanted to experience it all over again a million times over. You wanted his all and nothing more. You could die happily in the next moment if just for him to be with you for a moment longer...

The bell to the entrance rang out and you half expected that he would waltz right in and steal you away, but it was just another man, with spiked black hair, glasses, and holding tightly to a briefcase, who had appeared to have had a pretty rough day at work.

"Rough day I see?"

You poured the man a shot of dark rum and slid it his way before he could speak up.

"It's on the house. Did you want something else to drink?"

The man nodded asking for a beer and he began to chit chat with you for a while untill the bell rang out once more and two younger boys hopped onto the stools next to the man.

"Leorio! Your not suppose to be drinking this early in the day!"

"Yeah! Don't make us get Kurapika!"

The man rubbed his temples and sighed waving them off. He asked you to allow him to pay for his single beer, but you had long been gone from thought.

There standing in front of you was the man you had not seen for almost a year.

A long agonizing year of loneliness without him.

"Hey little mouse. How are you?"

"Dead inside. And you?"

He chuckled at your dark reply then turned to the group of three, who looked back at him with just as much curiosity.

"I shall meet up with you three later on... Give my regards to Kurapika."

Although he smiled he was clearly trying to intimidate them out with his nen as he escorted them to the exit, and thankfully no one else currently was there at the bar. Slowly he flipped the sign to closed and made sure it was locked. You clearly understood what he was trying to get at, but you wanted an explanation.

Why now?

"(Y/n)... I'm selfish. I'm a narcissistic asshole who only thinks of himself and his needs. But not for one moment did I ever think of you as an easy fix to my issues..."

With every word he inched closer and closer until his sharp nose barely skimmed your's. His hot breath bathing your face in warmth and a fresh mint smell that made you melt.

"I am not expecting your forgiveness, that is the least of my worries, I am worried about if you will ever give me another chance yet again..."