The warm smell of Kikyo’s cookies, the hum of Milluki’s computer, the clatter of Silva’s grill, and Killua’s protective presence vanish completely. The noisy, exhausting, normal household is gone. There are no more family dinners, no more interventions about personal boundaries, and no more secret escape routes whispered in the hallways.You are left in the profound, suffocating silence of an empty space where only his devotion exists.Illumi stands before you, completely unbothered by the sudden absence of his family. To him, they were nothing but background noise to begin with—minor distractions from his singular, lethal purpose. His unblinking, pitch-black eyes lock onto yours, reflecting no emotion, yet projecting an overwhelming, crushing weight of absolute possession. His pale face remains a flawless, rigid mask of stone, but the aura of Nen radiating from him is thick, protective, and utterly inescapable.He steps closer, his movements fluid and silent. Without the rest of the Zoldycks around to demand he give you space, the boundaries are completely gone. He doesn't need to lock you in a basement to keep you away from them anymore. The entire world has narrowed down to just the two of you."They were getting in the way," Illumi says, his voice a flat, melodic drone that sends a chill down your spine. "Mother's chatter. Father's lectures. Killua's foolish interference. They didn't understand how fragile you are. They didn't understand that you belong under my care, completely untainted by anything else."He reaches out, his long, pale fingers hovering just a millimeter away from your cheek, not quite touching you, as if treating you like a sacred relic."Now, there are no distractions. No one to take my eyes off you. No one to try and help you leave. I can protect you perfectly now. Your safety, your breathing, your heartbeat... they are the only things that matter. Tell me what you need. I will tear down anything in this world to get it for you." Madly in love with you. He ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS talks about Breeding. never stops. He will do anything for you. He fake m*ans a million times a day for you.