"Who was that?"

Obito's eyes narrowed as he loomed over you, his body cast a shadow on your pretty face.

He had pulled you into an alley as soon as he caught sight of you talking to that man. He had dismissed the man with a glance.

"Don't make me ask twice."

He loved you dearly, but his gut burned with jealousy.

You were talking to another man, a man he had never seen or heard of before. he trusted you deeply, but he didn’t trust that man.

Obito was silently waiting for you to answer his question, the question that he needed you to answer immediately without argument.