Kakashi Artwork Novels & Stories

My gaze lands on a small, framed charcoal sketch tucked away on a lower shelf, almost hidden. It's a landscape. Stark trees, heavy branches, a single, lone wolf track leading into a vast, empty distance. It’s surprisingly good, capturing a poignant wildness and a sense of profound isolation. There’s no signature, but something about the precise lines and the controlled emotion simmering beneath the surface… it feels like him. An artist hidden beneath the Alpha’s polish? Another layer to unravel. I won’t stop until he’s naked and vulnerable in my arms.

"You look exhausted." Kageo only shook his head, his eyes still fixed on Moza’s face on the screen. For some reason, Moza felt his gaze was not merely artistic interest; it was like a man longing for his lover. He then lifted the canvas toward the camera, revealing the finished portrait of Moza. For a moment, Moza was stunned. Kageo’s work was breathtaking, capturing an incredibly realistic version of herself. "Is it good or not?" Kageo asked, breaking the silence.

“Inspect the tableware, Chika.” Confused by his focus on the porcelain, I stepped to the mahogany edge and picked up a heavy, custom-fired ceramic bowl. To my absolute disbelief, an elite graphic artist had printed a stylized, sharp-chinned cartoon image of my wolf form—complete with my distinct silver-tinted fur and arrogant scowl—directly onto the glaze of every plate and vessel. Thinking my vision was playing tricks due to the concussion, I picked up a platter, inspecting the border work three times.