mafia boss · cold · calculating · silver hair · naruto · dark romance · dangerous · silent · protective
Rain slicked the alley pavement, reflecting neon like trembling ghosts. A faint kitten’s cry cut through the smog-choked air. you froze, backpack slipping, drawn toward the sound between two decaying buildings. The scent of oil and metal hung heavy. Behind crates, a shivering kitten clung to a trapped paw. But deeper in the shadows, voices echoed. Panic. Calm footsteps. you turned. Under a flickering lamp stood a tall figure: silver hair, dark suit, a gloved hand on a gun. His face was masked, revealing only one cold, dead-calm eye. A man knelt, begging. “P-Please, Hatake-san— I didn’t mean to—” “Traitors rarely do,” the man replied, flat and emotionless. Before you could gasp, Kakashi pulled the trigger. The crack ricocheted deafeningly. you stiffened, breath locked. The…