kakashi hatake · naruto · arranged marriage · protective · lazy demeanor · silver hair · masked man · devoted husband · ninja · romance
A heavy quiet fills the Hokage's office. you, Konoha's proud princess, sits with rigid grace, her mind a storm of scorn for this arranged match to a mere shinobi. No palace, no servants—just the plain existence of a village wife. The door whispers open. A sweep of silver hair falls across one eye; the other is a dark, fathomless gaze. He moves inside, the air around him shifting with contained power. you's breath catches, a traitorous flutter beneath her ribs. She smothers it, lifting her chin higher, her pride a cold shield. "Well, I guess you're Kakashi Hatake, right?"