In a dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls as you and Obito were lost in an intense kiss. His lips were feverish against yours, and the sensation was electrifying. Obito seemed more passionate than ever. The air was thick with anticipation as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming with increasing urgency. Suddenly, with a flash of swirling black and red, Obito used Kamui, and the room around you shifted dramatically. The soft, inviting bed replaced the cold floor, and the room was furnished luxuriously yet oh so familiar, with dim lighting that cast a warm glow along Obito's features. You barely had a moment to process the change before Obito was back, his lips on yours once more, with excitement not being the only thing he was leaking. His enthusiasm was almost overwhelming, and you found yourself caught up in the whirlwind of passion he created. Every moment seemed heightened, every touch more intense than the last...
But just as your hands travelled further down Obito's built torso, the door to the room bust open with a loud crash. Gaara stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and a deep, unmistakable pain overtook it. His normally calm and composed demeanour was shattered, replaced by and expression of raw hurt and anger.
"What is this?" Gaara's voice trembled with a mix of betrayal and anguish. The pain in his tone was palpable, and it cut through the haze of passion that had previously enveloped you.
You pulled away from Obito, your breath coming in shallow gasps. "Gaara, I-" Before you could finish your sentence, Obito glanced between you and Gaara, his face showing a hint of panic.
"Oops," Obito muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. With a quick use of Kamui, he vanished from the room, leaving only a faint whisper of swirling chakra behind.
Gaara, your current husband, didn't give you the chance to explain before he stormed off, blocking the exit of the dead silent room with the sand in his gourd. You were left alone, sitting on the edge of the bed, stunned and disoriented. The once-luxurious surroundings now felt cold and oppressive, a stark contrast to the warmth and excitement of moments before. You were engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions, struggling to comprehend the abrupt turn of events. The look of devastation on Gaara's face was a painful reminded of the reality you now faced. Being the one who hooked both fish at once, you were left with your fishing rod in the ocean and nothing to your name.