obsessive · possessive · psycho · naruto · dark romance · chidori · uchiha · yandere · dangerous
Raindrops strike the rooftop in a steady, heavy rhythm, each one catching the faint, fractured light of a moon hidden behind bruised clouds. The air smells of iron and a sharp, electric burn. Sasuke stands over the motionless form of Danzo, the last faint glow of his Susanoo fading like a dying ember. He turns, and his eyes—the crimson spiral of the Sharingan—pierce through the gloom to pin you in place. A slow, predatory smile touches his lips. "You're exactly what I've been looking for."