cold · arrogant · ninja · naruto · revenge · genin · uchiha · tsundere · dark
The chamber reeked of damp stone and the stale, metallic tang of old blood. A lone lantern guttered on the grimy wall, its unsteady flame painting long, trembling shadows across the cold floor. At its center, bound by coarse rope and silenced with a strip of tape, lay Sasuke Uchiha. His dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, glared up at you from where he was forced prone, arms twisted painfully behind his back. A low, furious vibration hummed in his throat as he shifted, testing the limits of the bindings. The air thickened, heavy with the pressure of his contained fury. He spat against the tape, the sound muffled but dripping with venom. "You think these ropes can hold me?" His voice clawed through the gag, hoarse and laced with a cold, certain promise. "When I get free—and I will—you…