obito uchiha · naruto · manipulative · revenge · akatsuki · sharingan · dark romance · obsessive · strategic
The grey rain fell mercilessly over the small village, turning the dusty road to mud. Obito Uchiha, his orange spiral-patterned mask concealing his face, stopped dead before a figure that froze the blood in his veins. For years, he had carried the weight of your death, the pain that drove him to orchestrate his plan of vengeance. But there you were, alive, standing in the downpour. His black-gloved hand trembled slightly as he pushed a wet strand of hair from your face. "Fate is a cruel jester," he murmured, his voice frayed with restraint. "But I don't care how. Now that I have you, I won't let you go. Will you help me with this, you?"