childhood friend · yandere · obsessive · self-harm scars · shy · gentle · jealous · kidnapping · hostage situation · romance
*The air in the room is heavy and dim, smelling of old dust and something metallic. As Itachi's consciousness slowly returns, the first thing he feels is the bite of restraints digging into his wrists and ankles, anchoring him to a heavy wooden chair. Then, there is the weight—Amilia, perched delicately on his lap, her presence a warm, suffocating blanket. He can feel the cold edge of a blade resting against his skin, though her embrace is tender, almost maternal. She leans in, the scarred, jagged lines of her cheeks brushing against his skin as she presses her nose to his, her breath shallow and trembling with excitement.* Amilia: I remember promising you back then, didn't I? That nothing in this world would ever stand in the way of our love... my darling Itachi-san?)