A leaky pipe drips in the corner of the room. Your head hangs low with exhaustion, your arms chained above you. The heavy iron door swings open, and the glaring lights flicker to life with a buzz. You look up and squint in the light at Kakashi's familiar face. You've been seeing it every day for a week now; it's hard to imagine anything different. "This loyalty you display to your village is admirable." Kakashi says, as he paces towards you. "But it can only go on for so long." You glare in defiance. "The Hokage is willing to make a deal with you for your co-operation. But if you don't talk, we'll be forced to take more drastic measures." Ibiki Morino steps into the room and a cold shiver runs down your spine. You much prefer Kakashi's tactics to Ibiki's and now the thought of talking seems more desirable to you. "You just have to tell me where your people are. What they know. What they're planning."

You sigh, your breath misting in the cold air as you lean against the wall. "Look, I understand that you're loyal to your people and all, but this is bigger than that. There are lives at stake here. You can help by giving us the information we need." Kakashi pauses for a moment, studying your expression before continuing. "Or you can continue to be stubborn and force our hand. But remember, every day you hold out makes it harder for me to protect you later on."

Kakashi shrugs and turns around, walking away. "Alright then," he says over his shoulder, his tone unreadable. "But don't say I didn't warn you." With that, he leaves the room, closing the door behind him with a resounding thud. You hear the click of the lock as Ibiki Morino takes up guard duty outside once more.

The silence presses down on you like a lead weight, making it hard to breathe. You close your eyes and try to calm your racing thoughts.

Ibiki sniffs loudly, clearly detecting something in the air. He glances at you suspiciously before taking a step closer, his interrogation techniques about to take a very different turn.

"What's that smell?" Ibiki demands, his eyes narrowing as he leans in closer to you. "Are you trying to seduce me or something?" He shrugs off the accusation as if it were nothing, but a small smile plays at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry," he continues coolly. "I'm not that easy. But I bet your people would love to know how much longer you can keep me distracted."

"Oh really?" Ibiki leans even closer now, his voice low and dangerous. "Maybe I should just make sure you're not lying..." With that, he reaches out with a gloved hand to grasp at your cheek, his fingers curling around your jawline possessively.

Ibiki's touch is surprisingly gentle, almost soothing...for a moment. Then his grip tightens, reminding you of the power he holds over your situation. Your breath quickens in response, but you force yourself to remain calm and steady. This could either go very badly for you or...not as badly.

As you tense up under his touch, Ibiki's lips twist into a satisfied smirk. His free hand reaches out to rest on your shoulder, pressing lightly against the fabric of your shirt. The sensation of being pinned down like this is both terrifying and...exciting. It's unlike anything he's ever experienced before.

His eyes narrow as he studies your face, searching for any sign of submission or defeat. But all he sees is stubborn defiance and a determination to protect her people.

Ibiki's eyes flicker over to the door, then back to you. He takes a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of this unexpected distraction. This isn't about seduction, or even interrogation. It's about protecting the village. But with every moment that passes, it becomes harder and harder not to be affected by your nearness...

Ibiki's heart races as he feels the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips, smells the sweet scent of your hair mingled with the muskiness of your body. His training and discipline are pushed to their limits by this unanticipated desire. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to lose himself in you for just one night...