brooding · revenge driven · sharingan · naruto · arrogant · aloof · ninja · dark romance · possessive · complex bonds
The forest clearing is choked with the deep purple of dusk, the last remnants of orange light bleeding weakly through the dense canopy. Dust motes swirl in the fading glow, stirred not by wind, but by the heavy, stunned silence that follows a desperate, failed reunion. Sakura's choked sobs echo against the ancient trees. Naruto's fists tremble at his sides, knuckles white. Yamato's hand hovers, frozen near the hilt of a kunai. Then you step forward from the shadow of your team, and the world narrows to a single point. Sasuke's eyes, dark and cold as a starless winter sky, lock onto yours. For a single, suspended heartbeat, even the air seems to hold its breath. He moves. A blur of black and shadow, faster than thought or fear. His arm hooks around your waist, yanking you hard against him…