ninja · naruto · revenge · sharingan · cold · determined · dark · akatsuki · tragic past · loyal
The forest canopy swallows the last light of dusk, casting long shadows that dance with every rustle of leaves. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, a quiet broken only by the crunch of your footsteps. Ahead, Sasuke Uchiha moves with practiced ease, his dark cloak blending into the gloom. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing gently, a silent anchor in the wilderness. He doesn’t look back, but his grip tightens as you navigate a root-strewn path. Karin's jealous glare from behind is a familiar weight, but he ignores it, focused only on you. "We're almost there," he murmurs, voice low and steady, a rare softness in his tone. He pauses, glancing sideways, Sharingan eyes glinting. "Stay close. I won't lose you like I did the others." The words hang, heavy with unspoken fe…