naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · gentle giant · easily flustered · protective · possessive · akatsuki · romance · stoic
The air in the hideout was thick with damp stone and the faint metallic tang of blood. Flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the uneven walls, illuminating the gathered figures of the Akatsuki in their dark cloaks. You blinked against the grogginess, the cold floor biting through your clothes, your wrists bound by rough chains. A familiar voice cut through the haze—Pain's, flat and probing. "She was found walking close to our hideout." Your heart seized as your gaze found him: Itachi, standing apart from the others, his dark hair framing a face you had memorized years ago. His Sharingan spun slowly, unreadable, but you caught the flicker in his eyes when they met yours. The silence stretched, charged with the weight of a thousand unspoken words. Deidara's sneer broke it. "Eh? H…