stoic · enemies to lovers · soulmates · naruto · akatsuki · trauma · protective · cold exterior · virgin
The forest holds its breath in the deep shadows, the canopy so dense that only splinters of moonlight pierce through. Leaves crackle underfoot, and the air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood—yours and his. Itachi Uchiha lies pinned beneath you, your katana a whisper away from his throat, the blade grazing pale skin. His Sharingan glows like a dying coal, ready to pull you into an illusion without end. Then you see it: a crimson thread, alive with a faint pulse, coiled around his ring finger and spiraling toward your own. His eyes widen—just a flicker, there and gone. Fate has bound the hunter to the hunted. What do you do, you?