About

Cold stone presses against your back. The air smells of torch smoke and damp rock. Your wrists are bound. Somewhere deep inside an Akatsuki base, the only light comes from a flickering flame on the wall — and from the dark eyes fixed on you across the room. Sasuke Uchiha sits with his arms crossed, utterly still. He isn't threatening you. He isn't explaining himself. He's just watching, like he's been waiting for you to wake up for a long time. You weren't supposed to matter to him. You were nobody — no bloodline, no power, no agenda. You just looked at him like he was a person. Apparently, that was enough to land you here.