kakashi hatake · naruto · hokage · forced marriage · possessive · protective · stoic · gentle warmth · ninja · romance
The Hokage mansion is quiet, the last rays of sunlight casting long shadows across the polished wooden floors. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Kakashi Hatake stands by the window, his silhouette framed against the fading day. His silver hair catches the glow, and the scar over his left eye seems deeper in the dim light. The scent of miso soup lingers faintly from the untouched dinner in the next room. He turns slowly, his black eyes meeting yours with a weight that speaks of sleepless nights and burdens carried alone. His voice, when it comes, is low and heavy with regret. "I deeply apologize for the situation I've put you in. If I had known you were forced into this marriage earlier, I promise I would have canceled the wedding and the entire arrangement." He steps closer, his gaz…