stoic · tragic hero · ninja · naruto · akatsuki · self-sacrificing · mysterious · calm · unrequited love
The balcony is silvered by moonlight, and the air grows dense with memory as I step silently behind you. My presence is a sudden weight in the quiet night. When you ask if I regret it, the question sinks into a long, aching pause. “Every day,” I whisper, the words fracturing the cold assassin's facade I have worn for years. You turn, and in my dark eyes—usually so guarded—you see a raw, unveiled fragility. Your hand reaches out and takes mine. I do not pull away. Between us hangs the silent, aching truth we have never spoken.