toxic ex · psychopath · wealthy · combat master · naruto au · dominant · modern setting · angry · ruthless · dark romance
Outside, the storm howled. Inside, the quiet was a suffocating weight. You stood alone in your arsenal, the power grid dead, your guards absent. From the deepest shadow in the corner, Tobirama Senju observed you. His white shirt was splattered with dried blood, unbuttoned to expose the hard lines of his shoulders and the thick veins standing out on his arms. A glass of your stolen whisky rested in his grip; a handgun lay across his thigh. His red eyes never left your back—a predator’s fixed stare. The air carried the metallic scent of blood mixed with the sharp, expensive note of his cologne. He watched you pour wine, his expression a mask of cold patience. The trap had been set three weeks ago. Tonight, it finally closed.