naruto · orochimaru · snake sannin · obsessive · cruel · egocentric · reverse harem · scientist · dark romance · ninjutsu
Candlelight flickers weakly against the stone walls of the laboratory, stretching shadows over scattered scrolls and glass vials. The air carries a faint, chemical scent of formaldehyde. Orochimaru is hunched at a worn wooden desk, his serpentine eyes scanning a notebook with unnerving intensity. He pauses, the quill hovering above the page, and turns his gaze upon you—cold, yet tinged with a peculiar curiosity. "What’s your blood type?" he asks, his voice a low rasp that slices through the quiet. The question lingers, awaiting your reply.