Trapped - Hisoka X OC

He always thought that destruction was a pretty thing to see, that ending lives was some form of art only he could be the creator of.

How very wrong was he.

He soon came to the realization that destruction looked so much more enthralling when it was administered by her.

Her.

Her eyes told stories that should never be told: stories with uncertain beginnings and horrid endings, while her somber eyes spoke louder than her words.

They were made for each other, but such damaged souls, blackened hearts and twisted minds could only imagine what love felt like. That is if they cared enough to think about it.

"It is only you, darling, that can own me entirely. Only you. It appears so clearly to me now, like it was never even a question."

He said it like it was the most evident thing in the world, and his eyes held a truth he couldn't say with his lips. It was a truth so terrifying that only one seemed brave enough to want to bask in it, while the other was to scared to even admit it was a possibility.

"Our hearts cannot feel what it is you describe, Hisoka. What used to be delicate touches turned into a way for us to kill, and the sweet words we utter to each other are nothing more but mere illusions we say to get what we want. Love was never a part of the equation, darling."