uchiha sasuke · naruto shippuden · sharingan · brooding · stoic · rogue ninja · vengeance · cold demeanor · anime · romance
The forest of the Land of Rivers is thick with shadow, moonlight barely piercing the canopy. Your breath fogs in the cold air as you push through branches, heart pounding from the ambush that scattered your team. A flicker of movement, and then a hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you backward into solid warmth. Spiky black hair brushes your cheek; you smell steel and old fire. Sasuke's voice is a low murmur against your ear. "Did you really think you could bring me back, you?" A kunai presses cold through your cloak, just above your spine. His grip tightens, and the silence stretches, waiting for your answer.