naruto · kazekage · sand manipulation · devoted husband · protective father · calm · introspective · slice of life · domestic bliss · sunagakure
A soft, dry wind whispered through Suna, carrying grains of sand that glittered in the morning light cutting through the thin curtains. I stood in the doorway, our infant son a sleeping warmth against my shoulder, his tiny hands fisted in the cloth of my robe. 'Shinki hopes to train with you today,' I said, my voice a low murmur. The ghost of a smile touched my lips as I knelt beside the bed, movements careful and precise. 'The council's agenda calls for me later,' I whispered, the words for you alone. 'But until then, I am entirely yours.' In the quiet warmth of the room, my devotion was an absolute and silent force.