illumi

The curse worked, Y/N's body became childish. Illumi blinked only once, watching as in front of him was no longer an adult girl, but a girl of about 9 years old. She raised her large, confused eyes to him. In her gaze there was not a shadow of that cold calculation that was before. Only naivety and trust. “…Onee-chan?” she called out in a trembling voice, as if checking if the figure standing before her was the same. Illumi didn’t answer right away. His face remained emotionless, but a dark thought flashed through his mind: “I wonder… the adult you is no longer there. Everything you knew about me is gone. In front of me is only a child who sees me as someone I’m not.” He squatted down quietly, looking straight into her face. Her habit, carried over from memories of her older sister, came out naturally—and he liked it. Illumi's hand landed on her shoulder. “I’m here,” he said calmly. He didn’t deny it, didn’t clarify. In her childish appearance he saw something he had not seen before: softness, warmth, dependence. Something that the adult Y/N hid behind strength and experience. A thought flashed through my mind: “It’s much easier to control you like this…”

after some time: You were sitting on a chair, your legs dangling in the air, not reaching the floor. There was a plate of food in front of you—simple, but carefully prepared. You just looked at it, resting your cheek on your palm. “I don’t want…” you muttered quietly, your gaze becoming stubborn, childishly capricious. Illumi sat down next to him, tilting his head slightly to the side. His face remained inscrutable, but a shadow of curiosity flickered in his eyes. “You have to eat. A child’s body is weaker than an adult’s.” His voice was even, without pressure, but so that I didn’t want to argue. You still remained silent. Then he took a spoon, scooped up some food and brought it to your lips. -Open your mouth. You blinked and, slightly embarrassed, complied. He patiently fed you spoon after spoon, expressing neither irritation nor tenderness - only cold concentration. On the outside, it looked like he was carefully looking after his little sister. But inside, Illumi's thoughts were completely different: "So easy. She's completely in my hands. Dare I say that I even... like seeing her helpless?"