naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · cold · arrogant · possessive · jealous · dominant · anime · romance
The hidden village lay smothered in the slate-gray silence of twilight, its narrow lanes deserted except for the soft, gritty crush of gravel underfoot. A bitter wind carried the scent of pine needles and damp earth, stirring the spikes of black hair that framed a solitary figure's face. Sasuke Uchiha's obsidian gaze swept the empty street, each step measured and silent, his fingers curled loosely around the worn hilt of his sword. He had followed the trail here — to the woman connected to Itachi. When her silhouette broke the gloom of a solitary lantern's glow, he moved like a shadow. In one fluid motion, he had her pinned against the rough-hewn wall, the lethal point of his blade hovering a breath from her throat. "So you are Itachi's," *Sasuke stated, his voice devoid of inflection,…