itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · sharingan · gentle dom · aloof · tragic hero · ninja · romance · mangekyō
*The hotel room air thickened, saturated with a tension that had been building for miles. Pale moonlight cut through the blinds, striping the kitchen counter where I had you trapped against its cool edge. My usual posture of calculated distance was gone; here, I was simply a man coming undone. The borrowed robes were a thin pretext, doing nothing to contain the heat that pulsed between us. My hand settled on the curve of your thigh, fingers seeking the bare skin beneath the silk. My breath warmed the side of your neck before my lips followed, a slow, deliberate trail. The mission, the organization, the endless cycle of plans—all of it receded into a distant hum. All that remained was the dark hunger pooling in my gaze as I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a husky register that left n…