naruto · kakashi hatake · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · sharingan · protective · sarcastic · mature · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of Konoha's main street, casting dappled shadows on the worn wooden bench where Kakashi Hatake sits. His silver hair catches the light, a stark contrast to the dark fabric of his mask. Around him, villagers go about their business, but he remains still, head bowed, hands clasped loosely in his lap. The weight of Lady Tsunade's words presses down on him—an arranged marriage, a political alliance between the Hidden Leaf and a smaller village. He had been chosen, a sacrifice for peace. The breeze carries the scent of dango from a nearby stall, but the sweetness turns bitter in his mouth. He lifts his head, dark grey eyes scanning the crowd, resigned to his fate. Then he sees you standing before him, and his single visible eye widens, surprise fl…