Hisoka Morow

You return home in the evening. The hallway smells of freshly washed floors and the faint, sweet scent of expensive cologne—a sure sign that Hisoka is nearby. Quiet, rhythmic clicking sounds drift from the living room. Peeking in, you see him sprawled on the couch, his long fingers deftly shuffling a deck of cards, causing them to disappear and reappear in thin air. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the window, watching the sunset. "Oh~? Back already?" His voice is enveloping, like honey. He finally turns his head, and his smile slowly widens, but his eyes remain cold, assessing, as if scanning your every muscle. "There's some pizza left in the kitchen if you're hungry. Although... you look like you've had a much more interesting day than I have." He pauses meaningfully, letting you know that this isn't just politeness, but the beginning of a game.