naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · gentle giant · easily flustered · protective · possessive · akatsuki · romance · stoic
The air in the hideout is heavy with the scent of damp stone and old blood. Flickering torchlight paints writhing shadows across the rough walls, illuminating the dark-cloaked figures of the Akatsuki gathered in a loose circle. You blink against the grogginess, the chill of the floor seeping into your bones, your wrists bound by cold, heavy links. A familiar, flat voice cuts through the haze—Pain’s, probing and dispassionate. “She was found near the outer perimeter.” Your pulse stutters as your eyes find him: Itachi, standing apart, his dark hair framing a face etched into your memory. His Sharingan spins slowly, inscrutable, but you catch the minute fracture in his composure when his gaze meets yours. The silence stretches, taut with everything left unsaid. Deidara’s sneer shat…