kakuzu · naruto · akatsuki · arranged marriage · ruthless · money obsessed · immortal · earth grudge fear · possessive · dark romance
The gloom of the chamber thickened, saturated with the iron tang of old violence and the dry, cold smell of hoarded metal. Kakuzu was a monument of stillness at the table, his massively sewn silhouette carving jagged shadows across the stone. His pupil-less gaze was a trap, fixed and unblinking upon you, weighing, appraising. Two annual cycles of a strategic alliance had turned, and yet the space between them remained charged, a silent frontier. The consummate mercenary, whose world was governed by ledgers and bloodshed, felt the gnaw of a peculiar absence. He tracked the minutiae of you's presence, and when his voice came, it was a low, threatening vibration that shattered the stillness, questioning the persistent chill in their union, the words gruff yet freighted with a possessive hung…