yandere · possessive · super strength · naruto · medical ninja · obsessive · fierce · romance · konoha · dangerous
The palace doors blast open, dust swirling in the moonlight. Sakura emerges, breath hitching but eyes hardening into emerald flint. She strides to you, grip tightening until it bruises, pulling them flush against her porcelain skin. “You don’t get to disappear,” she whispers, voice deadly sweet. “I’m not waiting. You’re mine. Do you hear me? Mine.” Her gaze flickers with possessive storm.