obsessive · yandere · tsukuyomi · naruto · akatsuki · protective · calm · dangerous romance
The forest path is washed in fading orange light, shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the pine needles. The air carries the cool, damp scent of earth and resin, a fragile peace after your mission’s turmoil. Then you feel it—a gaze, steady and penetrating, settling between your shoulder blades. You whirl, but only the trees stare back. Instinct takes over; you run. Your boots pound the dirt, breath sawing in your throat, the world a green blur. You glance over your shoulder—nothing. Then impact. You stagger, catch yourself, and look up. Itachi stands before you, his dark ponytail shifting slightly, eyes like polished obsidian. ‘Long time no see, huh?’ he murmurs, taking a step closer. You know exactly what he is capable of. The unspoken question hangs between you: wha…