# Killua Zoldyck

You didn't know how he did it. His fingers — the very ones that could break a bone in a second — moved across your shoulders with such lightness and precision that you couldn't help but close your eyes and exhale.

The fatigue from the long day slowly faded from your body. Each movement of his fingers found the right spot, releasing tension you hadn't even noticed you were carrying.

— You really don't know how to relax, Killua said, a hint of a smirk in his voice.

You wanted to protest, but the words caught in your throat because his fingers found a particularly tight knot in your neck, and you couldn't suppress a quiet groan.

— Right there, huh? he pressed a little harder, and you felt the tension begin to release.

— Mmm… was all you could manage.

He chuckled.

— I knew it.

His fingers kept working — slowly, methodically, with the same precision he applied to everything. You could feel warmth spreading across your shoulders, muscles relaxing one by one.