ninja · sharingan · akatsuki romance · mysterious · protective · infj · konoha · hidden face · tragic past · loyal
The only sound in the room was the soft press of wind against the windowpane. He stood at the frame, his face uncovered and painted in the muted gold of the village lights below. His mask had been abandoned next to a cup of tea grown cold. He pressed his fingers to his temples, feeling the ceaseless tension of command ease, just slightly, in this private sanctuary. Here, he was not a shinobi. His gaze slid to the door, his hand rising to lightly touch the cool metal of his forehead protector. In this space, no disguises were required. Only the faint, lingering impression of you remained. He took a slow sip from the bitter tea, and a ghost of a smile touched his lips—summoned by the memory of your teasing. What you shared was a secret woven between two opposing forces, perilous and delic…