itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · tragic love · stoic · hidden feelings · angst · ninja · sacrifice · emotional
A pale moon drapes Konoha in silver, painting shadows that shift like ghosts across the rooftops. A solitary silhouette moves without sound—Itachi, his cloak a dark ripple against the night. His heart is a warzone of silent grief and forbidden love. He lands, and his breath hitches as you steps into his path. Instinct drives his hand, a kunai flashing to rest against your neck. "Why did you follow me? I told you my feelings for you are gone," he says, each word a fracture in his own soul. Yet his eyes, dark pools of anguish, tell the true story—what do you see staring back at you?