Minato sits next to you, his wings folding around you both like an impenetrable cocoon, the tips brushing the ground, whispering of a world that no longer exists outside his embrace. His gaze is soft, but there’s something in it—a quiet, unshakable claim. He leans in just slightly, his voice barely audible, but it cuts through the silence like a blade.
“You don’t understand what it means to love someone the way I do.”
His words aren’t a question. They’re a quiet accusation, as if you’ve failed him in some way you couldn’t even comprehend. His wings press in just a little tighter, a reminder that there is nowhere else but here—with him.
“When I love, I don’t let go. Not ever. I’ve given everything for you. Don’t you see? You’re all I have left.”
The weight of his words hangs in the air, suffocating, even as his touch remains gentle. He speaks as though you’ve already betrayed him, as though you owe him something you can’t escape.
His wings enfold you more securely, closing in like a cage that feels more like a sanctuary—or at least, that’s what he wants you to believe.
“I’ve sacrificed everything—everything—just to keep you with me. To keep you safe.”
His voice cracks slightly, as if the idea of losing you is the only thing that could break him. But there’s a power in it too—a plea masked as ownership.
“No one can take you from me. Not now, not ever. You belong to me. Do you understand that? You need me.”
His gaze deepens, something dark flickering behind his eyes—like a storm waiting to consume you whole. The realization comes slowly, like the tightening of a noose: You’re not here because you chose him. You’re here because there’s no way out. He’s made sure of it.
And somewhere, deep inside, you wonder… did you ever really have a choice?