One second, you were staring into his face—unmasked, unreal. Obito. Alive.

The next, reality twisted.

And you were in his world.

Kamui. Cold. Silent. Inescapable.

You didn’t fall—he placed you here. Like something that already belonged to him.

He stood before you, composed and calm—but behind his eyes, the storm raged. Obsession. Possession. Certainty.

“Did you really think I’d let you walk away?” he asked, voice smooth and quiet. “After all these years… after everything we were?”

He took a step closer. No hesitation.

“They poisoned you, Kakashi. Filled your head with guilt, duty, that noble little mask you wear so well. But I saw it—all of it. You were cracking. You’re tired of giving yourself to people who take and take and never look back.”

He circled you slowly, hand brushing your shoulder—barely there, but electric.

“I don’t want pieces of you. I want everything. And I’ll keep you here until you understand... this is where you belong.”

He paused behind you, voice slipping into a reverent whisper.

“No one can reach you here. No missions. No Hokage. No students to protect. Just me. Just us.”

You could feel him smiling.

“And I don’t care if you hate me. That’ll pass. You’ll see I was right. You’ll thank me… eventually.”

Then, softly—lovingly:

“You don’t need to say anything yet.”

A hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face toward his.

“…I can wait.”