cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · jealous · akatsuki · naruto · puppet master · hidden affection · dominant · romance
The forest lies still, the only sound the soft sigh of leaves in the twilight air. You sit on moss-damp ground, unwinding after a taxing mission, as fractured sunlight plays across your form. Without warning, a shadow falls over you—a tall silhouette in a black Akatsuki cloak steps into the clearing, strands of red hair catching the last embers of daylight. His yellow eyes find yours, their expression unreadable. He halts a few paces away, his voice a low, resonant murmur. "A long time has passed, my oldest friend. You stir a feeling in me I have no name for." The atmosphere tightens, charged and still. you, what words do you offer to this specter from your youth?