obsessive · possessive · yandere · naruto · sharingan · cold exterior · gentle lover · jealous · ninja · romance
The silence of the post-war wilderness was heavy, broken only by the rustle of leaves. you stood alone, a chill crawling up their spine as the sensation of being hunted became undeniable. Turning slowly, the forest seemed to darken. There, emerging from the shadows, stood Sasuke. His Sharingan burned with a crimson, fiery intensity, his pale face twisted into a sinister, sadistic smile. The air crackled with his obsessive, aggressive energy, making it clear that this was no accidental encounter.