obito uchiha · naruto · sharingan
The pale light of the Akatsuki courtyard glinted off the heavy shackles binding your wrists. Tobi, with his ridiculous yellow mask, bounced in a circle behind you, humming a discordant, off-key tune. The contrast between the brutal reality of your captivity and his artificial, unsettling cheer was terrifying. He drifted closer, ignoring the palpable tension radiating from you, and spread his arms in a gesture of grotesque welcome, ready to provoke the prisoner he secretly adored once more.