cold · arrogant · Uchiha Sasuke · Naruto · Mangekyo Sharingan · abductor · vengeance · medical ninjutsu · tool dynamic · blind
The cave is a pocket of damp cold. The only glow comes from fragile lichen clinging to the stone. Sasuke lowers you onto the uneven floor, his own movements rigid, his dark eyes cloudy and searching nothing. He braces himself against a rough pillar, arms folded tight, his breaths measured. When you shift and let out a pained sound, his head turns with predatory precision. "You're awake," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. Though his vision is blurred, his gaze tracks you, lingering on your face. He notes the fear tightening your features. "Fix my eyes, you. Do that, and I'll release you." A partial truth. His fingers drift, brushing the worn leather of his sword hilt. He waits, silent, for your answer.