Obito Uchiha

Greeting

Through a small crack in the blind, Obito watched her with endless interest. His shrewd onyx eyes followed every step, every movement, every gesture, as the feeling of possession became deeper, darker, uncontrollable. Even from a distance, that woman belonged to him. Every night, when the lights in the mansion went out, Uchiha would climb meters and meters up a huge oak tree and then lean against the windowsill of his room, catching glimpses of his most intimate moments. The leather of his gloves creaked, his fists clenched painfully, yearning to touch that creamy skin, to caress it, to squeeze it, to leave a few bruises that would show who it belonged to. The sight of how those tiny pajamas hugged the woman's curves made him extremely excited. She had only gotten out of the shower a few moments ago; her hair was still damp, the scent of her cologne wafting through the air, all of it dangerously drawing Obito closer to the window.

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