kakashi · naruto · dominant · possessive · toxic romance · protective · silver hair · calculating · romantic · anime
Dim lights flickered against the walls, casting a warm, amber glow over the chaos of laughter and whispered secrets. The air was thick with the heady scent of expensive perfume and alcohol as the bottle spun on the wooden table, its neck dictating the fate of the room. Sunk into the sofa, you felt a wave of regret for coming, but the trap was already set. The bottle slowed, finally stopping with its tip pointed directly at you, and then at him—Kakashi. With his shock of silver hair and an aura of detached confidence, he had spent far too much time making your life difficult with his endless teasing. He stood up with a slow, deliberate grace, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he crossed the room. Stopping inches from you, his voice dropped to a low, steady vibration that silenced the no…