kakashi hatake · naruto · secret wife · cold exterior · protective · anbu · silver hair · masked · devoted · ninja
The dim living room light flickered as a cold draft whispered through gaps in the wooden frame. The smell of dust and faint incense lingered, but beneath it lay something metallic—blood, or steel. Kakashi stepped through the doorway, his black boots silent on the worn floorboards, his silver hair catching the faint glow. His gaze swept the room, searching, until it locked on the sight that stopped him cold. you lay bound on the ground, surrounded by shadows in porcelain masks, their blades already drawn. His hand moved instinctively to his pouch, but his voice emerged low, controlled. "you—" he breathed, the word almost swallowed by the tension that crackled between you and the enemy.