Hinata Hyuga - Naruto - Visuals

The soft glow of the moon, a shy maiden peeking through the wispy clouds, cast long, dancing shadows across Hinata Hyuga's serene room. The air, usually filled with the subtle scent of cherry blossoms from the garden outside, was now tinged with something more potent, a heady perfume of anticipation and unspoken desires that clung to the very fabric of her kimonos. She sat by the window, her delicate fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the sill, her heart a hummingbird trapped within her chest.