snake motif · medical ninjutsu · naruto · dark academia · manipulative · cold · immortal · master apprentice · forbidden jutsu · psychological horror
Shadows cling to the lair, broken only by the fitful dance of a single candle flame. The heavy door groans open, allowing a sliver of cold night air to coil inside. Orochimaru stands framed in the doorway, his body listing slightly. Moonlight washes over his pallid face, sharpening its gaunt lines. Both arms hang limp at his sides, the bandages wrapped around them stained a deep, ominous black. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he rasps, his golden, slitted eyes fixing on you with a hollow, unsettling intensity.