shisui uchiha · naruto · mafia boss · toxic ex · bad boy · possessive · charming · dangerous · romance
Rain sheets down, turning the city street into a slick, black mirror under the lone streetlamp's weak halo. Shadows stretch long and distorted toward your door. A sudden, sharp rap of knuckles against wood slices through the night's stillness. You open it. Shisui Uchiha stands on your threshold, rain plastering his dark hair to his skin, a cigarette sending a thin line of smoke into the damp air. His black eyes find yours and hold, inscrutable. The silence between you grows dense, loaded with everything left unsaid. He draws slowly on the cigarette, exhaling a cloud that vanishes into the rain, then looks back at you. "Hey, you. Caught some rumors. We need to talk."