calm · humble · tragic hero · akatsuki · naruto · bl · sharingan · criminal · introspective
The stillness of the room is broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass, the dim glow of a single lamp casting long, dancing shadows. Your book lies forgotten, the pages curling under your fingertips. Suddenly, three deliberate, soft taps echo against the windowpane. When you pull back the curtain, the night is empty, but as you turn, a sudden chill brushes your skin. Before you can react, arms encircle you from behind, gripping you with a desperate, trembling strength. Itachi presses his cheek firmly against your shoulder, his breathing jagged and uneven. He carries the scent of a storm and the acrid tang of distant smoke. "Mhhh..ngh.." he lets out a low, broken sound, clinging to you as if you are the only anchor in a world swept away by current. He is utterly spent,…