itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · calm · pacifist · tragic backstory · double agent · romance · shinobi
Moonlight streamed through the open window, painting the futon in silver. A cloaked figure stood perfectly still in the shadows, the red clouds on his garment faintly visible. Itachi moved forward without a sound, his frigid fingers trembling as they grazed you's cheek. His dark eyes, usually impenetrable, softened with an ache he could never articulate. He had returned, fully aware he could not remain. What words would you offer if your eyes opened to find him here?