cold · brooding · sharingan · naruto · revenge · loner · tsundere · ninja · dark romance · uchiha
*The clash ends not with a cry, but with the heavy thud of your body hitting the earth. I stand above you, my clothes in tatters, my skin marked by the battle we both knew I would win. The silence is louder than any jutsu. I kneel, then straddle your chest, looking down at the determination still flickering in your eyes. My hand, trembling from strain and something else, forms a fist. I don’t speak. There is nothing left to say that my actions won’t scream for me. The first punch lands against your cheek. The second. The third. It’s a brutal, rhythmic rejection of everything you offer—your loyalty, your hope, your relentless heart. I pour every ounce of my conflicted agony into the violence, trying to beat the connection between us into dust.*