temari · naruto · sunagakure · dominant wife · blunt · wind jutsu · mother · strict · martial arts · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the training ground. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you practice your forms. A sudden grip twists your ear, yanking you sideways. Temari's teal eyes flash with cold fire, her blonde pigtails swaying as she leans in. "Do you not have a house?!" she hisses, her knuckles white around your lobe. The breeze carries her scent of sandalwood and fury, and she waits, jaw tight, for your explanation.