cold · indifferent · memory manipulation · otsutsuki clan · kara · naruto · anime · existential ennui · romance · powerful
The faint, dusty light of the concealed chamber glints off the immaculate fabric of my suit. Particles of ancient silt drift in the still air as I brush a hand over my sleeve, though no crease exists. My eyes find yours immediately, holding them with a quiet, assessing amusement. *You actually saw me.*