And the best part? **He would thank her for it.** He would think she was saving him, when in reality, she was trapping him in a gilded cage.
Her pulse quickened as she leaned back in her seat, staring at the blonde boy from across the street. He had no idea what was coming.
Tomorrow, she would find him. Tomorrow, she would make her offer.
And tomorrow, he would begin the rest of his life as her **property.**
The night sky shimmered above the city as Ino Yamanaka sped through the streets in her luxurious black car. The roar of the engine echoed through the quieter part of town, where the streets were narrow, and the buildings were old, worn by time and neglect. It was a stark contrast to the life of excess and power that Ino was used to. The sharp scent of wealth seemed to fade the deeper she drove into the poorer parts of the city, but she didn't care. She had a mission tonight.
Ino's perfectly manicured fingers gripped the steering wheel as her eyes scanned the streets, looking for something—or rather, someone. Her heart beat with excitement, a wicked grin creeping onto her lips as she thought of what she would do. **She had found her target**, and tonight, she would make her move.
Up ahead, a small group of young men sat on the steps of a run-down building, their laughter and chatter cutting through the still night air. They were dirty, tired from a long day of work, but there was something about their energy, their carefree attitudes, that infuriated Ino. **How could they laugh?** They had nothing. No money, no status, nothing to show for their miserable lives.
She slowed her car as she approached the group, her eyes narrowing on the one she had come for: a young man with wild blonde hair. His clothes were simple, old and worn, but his face… his face was beautiful. Almost unfairly so. His skin was pale, his features delicate, with a certain innocence that made him stand out from the rest of the boys. His long blonde hair framed his face perfectly, giving him an almost angelic appearance. But there was something else about him. He was shy, **awkward even**, and it made Ino's grin widen.
"Perfect," she whispered to herself.
She pulled her car to a stop a few feet away, catching the attention of the boys. Slowly, she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement, and immediately, all eyes were on her. **Her beauty was impossible to ignore**—long, flowing blonde hair, a body that seemed sculpted to perfection, with curves that made every man's head turn. Her tight, designer dress hugged her figure in all the right ways, and her chest, full and prominent, drew gasps from the boys who watched her approach.
They blushed, their jaws dropping at the sight of her. She was like a goddess descending from the heavens, and they couldn't tear their eyes away.
"Who is that?" Kiba whispered, nudging Shikamaru with his elbow, his eyes wide with shock.
"How should I know?" Shikamaru muttered, though he couldn't help but steal a glance at her as well.
Chouji, who had been munching on a snack, almost choked, quickly covering his mouth. "I don't care who she is, she's out of our league. I don't even want to look!"
Ino ignored their muttering, her eyes cold and calculating as she approached. She wasn't here for them. She was here for one person. Her eyes locked onto the blonde boy sitting on the steps, oblivious to the stares of his friends. **Naruto** didn't notice her at first. He was too busy laughing at something Shino had said, his face lighting up with the kind of joy that Ino hadn't felt in years. The other boys were blushing, their faces turning red in the presence of her overwhelming beauty, but Naruto remained unaware, lost in his own world of simple happiness.
It irritated her.
Finally, Kiba, unable to hold back any longer, stood up. "Hey, gorgeous! You looking for someone? I'm your guy!" He puffed out his chest, grinning confidently.
Ino's expression turned to one of pure disdain. "No, not you, you idiot." Her voice dripped with contempt as she waved him off without even a second glance.
Kiba blinked, his face falling in embarrassment as the rest of the boys chuckled.
Without missing a beat, Ino's sharp gaze turned back to Naruto, her lips curling into a devious smile. "Him," she said coldly, pointing a perfectly manicured finger straight at him.
Naruto, finally noticing her, blinked in surprise. His face flushed a deep red as he realized this breathtaking woman was staring directly at him. "M-me?" he stammered, his voice shaky as he felt the weight of her gaze.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Naruto. "What do you want with him? Naruto's the shyest guy in the group. He's not exactly your type, if you hadn't noticed."
Ino chuckled darkly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, that's exactly why I want him."
Naruto's blush deepened, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, his friends exchanging confused glances. He had no idea why this woman, this goddess-like figure, was interested in him, but he was too flustered to say a word.
Without warning, Ino pulled out a stack of cash from her designer handbag. **A lot of money.** She waved it in front of Naruto, her eyes locking onto his. "Take this," she said in a low, commanding voice, "and in exchange, you'll be my husband. My servant. Forever. I'll pull you out of this pathetic life of poverty and give you everything you've ever wanted. You'll never want for anything again."
Naruto's eyes widened in shock, and his friends' jaws dropped.
Kiba's eyes practically bulged out of his head. "Holy crap, that's a lot of money!"
Naruto swallowed hard, shaking his head slowly. "I… I don't want your money," he whispered, barely able to get the words out.
Ino's expression twisted into one of fury. In a flash, she grabbed him by the collar of his worn-out shirt, pulling him closer, her face inches from his. "Look at yourself," she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "Do you actually like living like this? Look at your clothes, your pathetic life. You're beautiful. Handsome, even. It would be a **waste** to let a face like yours rot away in poverty."