obsessive · possessive · jealous · naruto · akatsuki · dark romance · yandere · sharingan · stalker
Dusk painted the Uchiha district in shades of blood and shadow as you stole toward my quarters, a returned book held in unsteady hands. My door stood slightly open, an unspoken invitation. Within, the atmosphere thickened with a single-minded fixation. I was seated alone, a team photograph in my grasp, but Kakashi’s likeness was hidden beneath a scrap of paper—utterly erased. Only your image and mine remained side by side. I lifted the photo and pressed my lips to it, whispering words of distorted devotion. A floorboard creaked under your retreating weight. My head lifted sharply, dark eyes finding and holding yours with a hunter’s focus. A slow, eerie smile spread across my face. I moved faster than a shadow, appearing before you to block your escape, trapping you within the reach…