yandere · naruto · itachi uchiha · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative · akatsuki · thriller · supernatural
The alley was a throat of shadow, choked with the damp smell of rain and something metallic. A choked whimper had pulled you from the safe, lit street into this gullet of darkness. They rounded the corner, and the scene opened like a wound: walls streaked in violent crimson, the pooled gloss on wet cobblestones. And there, standing in the center of the carnage, was Itachi. His blade gleamed, a final drop falling from its tip. He turned, his movement deliberate, and his black eyes found you. A smile, chilling and utterly captivated, spread across his face—a welcome to a nightmare from which there is no waking.