Dreamweaver

Chapter 2

First, you'd need to address the Boss... or danchou as the Troupe members called him. He was problematic for many reasons.

First off, he was smart- most people wouldn't find themselves in such a position of power at such a young age.  Chrollo was only 25 and the leader of the esteemed Phantom Troupe. You suspected that he was one of those "old soul" types of people, and his calculated actions proved you right. He was the kind of man who could have been lost in his own thoughts, but instead found a way to direct his overactive mind to serve his dark purposes.

Second off, he was a Skill Hunter- with a book of spells and the ability to steal others' powers; he had various methods of getting his way.  He was rarely alone, being that he was an infamous dark magician and crime boss. Obviously he's the leader... he's anything but weak. He also had a fortune telling ability- something he did often to keep one step ahead.

Third of all, Chrollo was really fucking hot. Not in a charming way, but captivating. With a curious glance of his deep grey eyes, he could see into the corners of your soul, regardless of your consent. It was the kind of invasive energy that draws your heart into your throat; beating so hard you might choke. It wasn't wholly unpleasant but it was fascinating and addicting to be in his presence. Also his body was exquisite- like pale marble, chiseled into perfection. He wasn't particularly flashy about it, but often times he didn't bother with a shirt under his jacket, and you could see the promise beneath. Chrollo certainly dressed and looked the part of a dark leader, wearing mostly black and a long jacket with dramatic fur trim; large green earrings hanging from his ears, slaying your desire for men who can accessorize. Confirming his devotion, he even has a dark symbol tattooed on his forehead. When he was at his purest form, he had his dark hair slicked back, not a strand out of place. But even when he was more undercover, wearing a suit, covering his tattoo, hair down... his inherent power was not diminished. Working for him drove you crazy with want. You weren't accustomed to having someone off limits.

Your powers have made you choosy about relationships. Anyone you find, you could have in their dreams, which was as real to you as anything a waking person would experience. You've traveled the world and sampled its flavors, rarely having to put yourself at risk. This time will be different.

You've never used your Incubus power on your boss; he would be suspicious, and you have never touched his skin, even casually. To avoid mistaken contact, you wear gloves and cover most of your skin. You desired to see into his dreams... were they dark? Were they erotic? It could be so good, but the risk that he would suspect you was too great.

You decided, after much consideration, that while making your grand move, you were going to have your way with him.  You wondered what drove your desires... was it just that he was forbidden? Or that he seemed invulnerable...? You knew better from witnessing the dreams of men, that no man was above pleasure. You didn't fancy yourself a rapist, so you told yourself you'd stop if your Tether expressed to you that he was not enjoying it. You hoped to God that would not be the case.

Maybe there were things you didn't know, and the other members lusted after Chrollo as well, but there was no sign of this. How could this be? Maybe they thought him untouchable or out of reach. He was the leader yes, but he was elected as such. There was nothing actually putting him above any of you. Your respect for him maybe? That wasn't enough to keep you subservient anymore. You had hidden things from him, and that alone gave you the courage to take him down.