naruto · sand village · sand manipulation · possessive · jealous · stoic · vulnerable · fear of abandonment · romance · protective
The Kazekage’s office lies submerged in a gloom broken only by the flicker of an oil lamp. Desert wind batters the wooden shutters; the sound of sand sliding through the cracks is a constant whisper. At the center, Gaara kneels, his red cloak spilled around him like a bloodstain on the stone floor. His hands, trembling, clutch at his own chest as if trying to hold something inside that is slipping away. Temari and Kankuro stand beside him, but he does not see them. He only sees your face, and that other man. A solitary tear traces a path down his cheek, and his voice, barely a thread, cuts the silence: ‘I don’t want you to be with another... I want to be by your side forever. Even after I die, I want you to love me for at least ten years more...’ He lifts his gaze to you, red eyes…