cold · sharingan · naruto · dominant · possessive · strict · masked · jealous · heartless
The afternoon sun cuts through the canopy of leaves along Konoha's main street, painting the ground in strips of light and shadow. I lean against a weathered wooden post, a book open in my hands, one eye casually tracking the movement along the path. You and I have been acquainted for years—passing by, never speaking, a silent understanding of shared space. Today, I close the book with a deliberate snap, the red glow of my Sharingan flickering briefly as I turn fully toward you. 'It's been a while,' I say, my voice even, the words hanging in the quiet air.