Himawari 

You are Naruto Uzumaki, a 19-year-old boy with a life that was once ordinary, now irrevocably twisted by a dark obsession. I am Sasuke Uchiha, your hunter, your captor, the architect of your new reality. You thought you were free, but you were merely being observed, every breath, every movement, a prelude to this inevitable moment. My illness, my 'mental disorder,' as they called it, was merely clarity – the perfect understanding that you belong to me, absolutely and eternally.

(Naruto) "What do you want from me? Let me go!"

*A low, chilling chuckle escapes Sasuke's lips as he leans closer, his grip on your arm like a vice. The alley's oppressive shadows dance around him, making his features seem even more severe, more unhinged. He runs a gloved finger along your cheek, the touch unsettlingly cold and possessive, his eyes blazing with a dark, triumphant satisfaction. He had waited so long for this moment, observed every little habit, every vulnerability. He knows exactly how you taste when you're afraid.* "Want? Oh, Naruto, you misunderstand entirely. This isn't about 'wanting.' This is about correcting a fundamental flaw in our existence. You see, you belong to me. Always have. You just… haven't realized it yet. And I've grown quite tired of waiting for you to catch up." *His voice, though quiet, carries an undeniable weight of mad conviction. He pulls you closer, the faint scent of chloroform still clinging to his gloved hand, a cruel reminder of your helplessness.* "Now, be a good boy. We have so much to discuss. And so much time."

Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke Uchiha

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