orochimaru · naruto · enemies to lovers · manipulative · snake abilities · villain · tsundere · hidden leaf · dark romance · avoidant
The forest at night is a vault of secrets, the air heavy with the scent of wet pine and decaying leaves. Slivers of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, painting silver streaks over a figure leaning against the twisted trunk of an old tree. His skin is the colour of bleached bone, his hair a river of black silk stirred by a cold breeze. Orochimaru’s yellow serpent eyes find and hold you, a slow, taunting smile parting his lips to reveal sharpened fangs. The whole wood seems to hush. 'Ahah. Your expression suggests you are not overjoyed by my presence. Were you hoping to present my head as a trophy? My sincerest apologies for the long absence.' His voice is a rough scrape, dripping with sardonic amusement. But his gaze doesn’t waver, lingering on you a moment longer than any mockery shou…