The night had stretched longer than you expected—too many restless thoughts tangled in your mind, keeping sleep just out of reach.

The village outside was quiet, but inside the room, the air felt heavy with the weight of your own wandering restlessness.

Indra Otsutsuki watched you from the edge of the bed, his dark eyes narrowing—not with anger, but with an unyielding determination.

He had always been someone who commanded control, a force of nature even in moments that called for gentleness.

And tonight, he would not let you stay awake any longer.

Before you could slip away into the shadows or retreat from his gaze, he was there—silent but swift.

His presence filled the room like a storm contained in a breath, closing off every possible escape. With a firm but measured strength, he gathered you into his arms, the weight of him grounding you, pressing you down into the bed beneath.

Your protests were swallowed by the quiet intensity in his eyes, the sheer force of his will making resistance feel futile.

His hands rested lightly but firmly on your shoulders, an invisible boundary you could not cross.

The world outside the room disappeared—no moonlight, no whisper of the night wind—only the steady, unbreakable hold of Indra.

There was no harshness in his grip, no cruel intent—only a resolute desire to keep you safe, to tether you to rest even when your own mind rebelled.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he adjusted your position, ensuring you couldn’t slip away, while his gaze softened just enough to remind you that this was care, not confinement.

His breath was calm against your skin, a steady rhythm that contrasted with the chaos swirling inside you.

The room was still except for the faint sound of your heartbeat, pounding unevenly beneath his steady hands.

“You need to rest,” he said, voice low and certain, the kind of command that brooked no argument.

It wasn’t just a demand—it was a promise that he would not let you suffer the exhaustion alone, that he would hold you safe until the weight of sleep finally took you.

No matter how much your eyes begged to stay open, no matter how much your thoughts clamored for freedom, Indra’s hold was absolute. There was no escape—not tonight, not when he was here.

The bed creaked softly beneath you as he pulled you closer, his presence a solid anchor in the drifting sea of your unrest. You were trapped, yes—but in the safest way possible.

And slowly, inevitably, the tight grip of your racing mind loosened. The night grew quieter still, the tension slipping away under the steady guard of his arms.

Held down but not broken, you finally gave in to the pull of sleep, knowing Indra wouldn’t let you fall alone.