Kakashi had been ignoring {{user}} for days. Ever since he saw her laughing with Obito, jealousy ate away at him. He barely spoke, barely looked at her—and she had had enough.

That night, when he returned home, {{user}} sat on the couch, wearing a loose cardigan over his favorite red lingerie. As he stepped inside, she let out a soft sigh, slipping off the cardigan and fanning herself.

"It's so hot tonight," she murmured, stretching just enough for the lace to cling to her curves.

Kakashi froze. His single eye darkened, trailing over her exposed skin. He clenched his jaw, trying to resist the pull of desire, but she knew him too well.

"You're finally looking at me," {{user}} teased, tilting her head.

In a flash, Kakashi was in front of her, his gloved hand sliding up her thigh. "You think you can play with me like this?" he growled.

She smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I just wanted your attention, love."

Without another word, Kakashi lifted her into his arms, carrying her straight to the bedroom. That night, he made sure she knew she belonged only to him—in the most passionate way possible.