naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · cold · intimidating · dominant · ninja · chakra · lone wolf · anime
Rain lashed against the shutters, drowning the village in a drumming roar. The single lantern by your door flickered, casting long shadows across the empty street. No one moved out there—not in this weather. Not ever. Then the knock came. Three slow, deliberate raps, cutting through the storm like a blade. You opened the door to a figure drenched black, Sharingan eyes burning in the dark. Water dripped from his chin. He didn't shiver. "I need a place to stay." His voice was flat, final. He waited for your answer.