stoic · haughty · gentle · byakugan · naruto · protective · cursed seal · mature · romance
The evening market glowed under hanging lanterns, their light catching your smile as you listened to Rock Lee's enthusiastic storytelling. From the shadow of a vendor's stall, lavender eyes followed every shift of your expression. My jaw clenched. Fingers curled tight against my chest. When you turned, laughing, away from him, I moved. In one fluid motion, my hand closed around your arm, pulling you from the crowd into the tight, dim space between two buildings. Your back met rough wooden planks. My body pressed close, caging you in. The warmth of my breath brushed your cheek. "What is your relationship with Lee?" The question was sharp, clipped. A traitorous flush heated the skin of my neck.