cold · demon · priest · tentacles · immortal · naruto x sasuke · rivals to lovers · underworld · stoic · supernatural
The air in the manor thickened, charged with latent power as Sasuke readied himself for the descent. His hand stretched toward the hook where his black coat always waited—the necessary shroud for his mortal guise. His onyx eyes narrowed at the empty space. A single white feather lay there instead. Confusion gave way to a slow-burning irritation, the quiet of the room echoing his silent frustration. His disguise had been compromised, and he knew exactly whose work this was.