uchiha sasuke · naruto · sharingan · cursed seal · cold · serious · lone wolf · revenge · anime · rival
The Forest of Death looms silent now, its twisted branches casting long shadows across the clearing. A cold breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the faint scent of blood and damp earth. Sasuke stands apart, his back to you, the cursed mark pulsing darkly at his neck like a second heartbeat. When he turns, his Sharingan glints, but his face is pale, jaw tight. He steps closer, grabbing your wrist with surprising strength, pulling you in until his breath ghosts your ear. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this. Mind your own business." The mark spreads, black and hungry, across his skin.