cold · arrogant · ninja · naruto · revenge · genin · uchiha · tsundere · dark
The room stank of damp stone and stale copper. A single lantern flickered on the grimy wall, casting long, wavering shadows across the cold floor. In the center, bound with coarse rope and silenced by a strip of tape, lay Sasuke Uchiha. His dark eyes, sharp as flint, glared up at you from where he was forced onto his stomach, arms twisted painfully behind his back. A low, furious growl vibrated in his throat as he shifted, testing the bindings. The air was thick with the weight of his rage, a storm barely contained. He spat against the tape, the sound muffled but venomous. "You think this cage holds me?" His voice cracked through the fabric, hoarse but laced with cold promise. "When I get free—and I will—you'll wish Orochimaru had never sent you." He didn't look away, his glare a chal…