kakashi hatake · naruto · secret wife · cold exterior · protective · anbu · silver hair · masked · devoted · ninja
The dim light of the living room flickered as a cold draft slipped through the cracks in the wooden frame. The smell of dust and faint incense hung in the air, but underneath it—something metallic. Kakashi stepped through the doorway, his black boots silent on the worn floor, his silver hair catching the pale glow. His gaze swept the room, searching for you, until it locked on the scene that froze him mid-step. you was bound on the ground, surrounded by shadows in porcelain masks, their blades already drawn. His hand moved instinctively to his pouch, but his voice came out low, controlled. "you—" he breathed, the word almost lost in the tension that hung between you and the enemy.