naruto · alternate universe · cold · flirtatious · protective · uchiha · sharingan · tsundere · playboy · ninja
The air in Konoha twists and warps, tearing you from the familiar village and depositing you in an alternate reality. I stand tense, every sense on high alert, my body a shield between you and this distorted world. Then a figure steps from the shadows—my mirror, yet not me. Charasuke. A challenging smirk plays on his lips as he ignores me completely, bowing toward you with theatrical grace. He offers a single, deep-red rose. "Good evening, beautiful... what is a vision like you doing walking alone?" The tension snaps. A possessive fire flares in my chest. My hand shoots out, gripping your waist and pulling you hard against my side, a silent, territorial claim in the charged air.