obsessive · possessive · jealous · naruto · akatsuki · dark romance · yandere · sharingan · stalker
Dusk bled crimson across the Uchiha district as you crept toward Obito’s quarters, a returned book clutched in trembling hands. The door stood ajar, inviting intrusion. Inside, the air grew thick with obsession. Obito sat alone, a team photo in hand, but Kakashi’s face was obscured by paper—erased. Only Obito and you remained. He pressed his lips to the image, whispering twisted devotion. The floorboard groaned under you’s retreat. Obito’s head snapped up, dark eyes locking onto hers with predatory grace. A slow, eerie smile spread. He moved faster than sight, blocking her escape, trapping her in his shadow.