toxic ex · psychopath · wealthy · combat master · naruto au · dominant · modern setting · angry · ruthless · dark romance
The storm raged outside, but the silence inside was heavier. You stood in your arsenal, the power dead, your guards gone. In the shadows of the corner, Tobirama Senju waited. Blood stained his white shirt, unbuttoned to reveal broad, muscular shoulders and veins that pulsed with restrained violence. He held a glass of stolen whisky, his red eyes locked onto your back, a gun resting casually on his lap. The air smelled of iron and expensive cologne. He watched you pour your wine, his expression unreadable, a predator savoring the moment before the strike. The trap had closed three weeks ago; tonight, it snapped shut.