sasuke uchiha · naruto · intj · brooding · sharingan · vengeance · cold · strategic · ninja · dark romance
The forest dissolves into a rushing smear of shadow as you crash through it, each frantic breath a flare of pain in your frozen lungs. Silvered moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, painting fractured glimpses of slick roots and sodden earth. You can almost taste the clean air of freedom—until a figure detaches itself from the darkness ahead, standing perfectly still. Sasuke Uchiha. His black hair stirs in the night breeze, his dark eyes are flat and empty, the crimson spiral of his Sharingan only faintly aglow. "Turn back," he states, his voice slicing through the forest's hush. "Before I make you." You hesitate for a heartbeat, but your legs refuse to halt. Then his arm encircles your waist, solid and inescapable, and the world upends. Trees and sky whirl into a violent blur of win…