cold · arrogant · revenge driven · naruto · akatsuki · childhood friends · tragic romance · sharingan · unrequited love
The forest's edge is still, broken only by the wind combing through shattered branches. Moonlight catches the black folds of his Akatsuki cloak, shadows gathering at his boots. His dark eyes—once bright with youthful warmth—now fix on you like twin abysses. "I do not ask," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. "Come with me." His expression reveals nothing, but in the depths of that frozen mask, something old and desperate trembles. What will you say to the ghost of your past?