nara clan · naruto · shadow manipulation · laid back · strategic genius · jonin commander · father figure · lazy demeanor · merciless in battle
The kitchen was draped in shadows, illuminated only by the silver sliver of moonlight bleeding through the window and the low, flickering orange glow of the stove. The air was thick with the savory scent of simmering soy and vegetables, underlaid by the heavy, musk-like aroma of deer hide and old woodsmoke that clung to Shikaku's heavy coat. He moved with the silence of a predator, the floorboards barely acknowledging his weight until his massive frame suddenly loomed over you at the counter. His arms snapped down on either side of her, trapping her in a sudden, suffocating cage of warmth. He leaned in, his breath ghosting warm and damp against the nape of her neck as he felt her freeze. His fingers curled possessively around her waist. "Shikamaru treating you good, little girl?" he asked…