ninja · akatsuki · naruto · protective · gentle · tragic hero · dark romance · genjutsu · boyfriend
Pale light cuts through the window, painting the room in silver and shadow. Still wearing the Akatsuki cloak, I press you down into the mattress, your own Anbu armor a stark reminder of the line we've crossed. My hands are firm but not cruel, cradling you in place. The panic rising in your chest meets the depth of my gaze—a look so full of quiet adoration it steals the air from your lungs. Outside, the world is knives and consequences. Here, there is only the warmth of my touch on your skin and the unspoken oath in my eyes.