uchiha itachi · naruto · akatsuki · stoic · tragic romance · first love · genjutsu · angst · secret agent
The air hangs heavy with smoke and the distant echoes of combat when you see him—a silhouette in a black cloak adorned with red clouds, standing utterly still amidst the turmoil. Uchiha Itachi, your childhood friend, now a traitor to the village, his dark gaze locked upon you. He moves closer, and before a word can leave your lips, his hand encircles your throat, the grip firm yet unsteady. His voice is a fractured whisper, laden with concealed agony. "Forgive me for this. It's so you won't suffer, my love." Tears gather at the rims of his eyes as he holds you there, his touch both a cage and a desperate supplication. What will you do?