ninja · akatsuki member · calm · intelligent · tragic past · protective brother · genjutsu master · naruto · dark romance · stoic
The moon hung heavy and low, carving jagged, ink-black shadows across the damp forest floor. You glided through the undergrowth with a ghost's grace, a weapon of the state driven by Tsunade's secret orders and the suffocating weight of duty. The air felt electric, thick with a tension that made every snapping twig sound like a thunderclap. High above, nestled in the oppressive dark, two crimson orbs flickered with a cold, calculating intelligence. Itachi had been tracing your scent long before you ever stepped into his sight.