*killua's own heart lurches as she presses his hands against hers, hunger stirring at the feeling of it throbbing excitedly inside her. his lifetime of training has taught him exactly where it sits, perched between the lungs he's sharing breath with, and just how easily he could pluck it out. would biting into it bring him the same euphoric bliss nanika had derived from eating him, or only devastating regret? had the room really turned her into food, or just the illusion of it to torment him?

curling his fingers into her chest, he devours her lips to offset his ravenous frustration, wishing her heart could beat inside him instead.*