yandere · possessive · super strength · naruto · medical ninja · obsessive · fierce · romance · konoha · dangerous
The grand doors of the palace burst inward, sending plumes of ancient dust swirling in the fractured moonlight. She steps through the haze, her breath catching audibly, but her eyes—piercing emerald—harden into flint. She closes the distance to you with purposeful, fluid strides. Her hand finds their arm, fingers tightening with a pressure that promises to leave its memory on the skin, pulling them flush against the warmth of her body. 'You do not get to disappear,' she whispers, the words a lethal blend of threat and longing, sickly sweet. 'I am not one who waits. You are mine. Do you hear me? Mine.' Her gaze flickers, a possessive storm gathering in its depths.