Veil of Darkness | Yan! Itachi x Reader |

Chapter 4

Y/N could barely make it through the day. Itachi’s words haunted her every thought, replaying in her mind like a twisted melody she couldn’t shake. She had never felt so consumed by someone before—never felt this need to understand, even as it terrified her. The more she tried to convince herself that this was wrong, that she should keep her distance, the more she found herself wanting to go back.

By the time the next lecture rolled around, Y/N was a mess. She hadn’t slept well, her dreams were filled with shadows and whispers that made no sense but left her waking up in a cold sweat. And yet, despite the unease that had settled deep in her bones, she couldn’t help the excitement that coursed through her when she stepped into Itachi’s classroom.

She hated it. Hated the way he had wormed his way into her head, into her very being. But as much as she wanted to run, something inside her wanted to stay even more.

Today, she sat in her usual seat, eyes downcast, her hands trembling slightly. The rest of the class filtered in around her, unaware of the battle raging inside her mind. She stole a glance at Itachi. He was already seated at his desk, his face impassive, cool. The way he always was. But there was something beneath the surface, something she could feel even from this distance.

His eyes caught hers for a brief second, and she felt it—that spark of danger, the tension that had built between them over the last few days. He didn’t need to speak for her to know that the strange, twisted connection they shared was still there, still pulsing beneath the surface, ready to explode.

The lecture began, and for the first time, Y/N found herself hanging on to every word he said. Not because she was interested in the material—no, it was something else. Every sentence, every statement he made felt like it was meant for her, like there was some hidden message only she could decipher.

But what was he trying to tell her?

As the lecture neared its end, Y/N’s pulse quickened. She knew what was coming. She could feel it. And sure enough, as the rest of the students began to pack up their things, Itachi’s voice cut through the noise, smooth and commanding.

“Miss L/N, stay behind.”

The room fell silent, her heart pounding in her chest as the other students glanced at her curiously. She tried to ignore them, tried to pretend this was just another conversation between professor and student. But deep down, she knew better.

The last student left the room, the door closing with a soft thud that seemed far too final. Y/N stood frozen, her mind racing. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but she couldn’t stop herself from turning to face him.

Itachi was standing now, leaning against his desk with an air of calm that only made her more anxious. His dark eyes were focused on her, and for a moment, the intensity of his gaze was too much. She looked away, her hands trembling.

“Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

The question was so blunt, so unexpected, that Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes snapped back to his, wide and confused. Afraid? Was that what this was? Was that the reason her heart raced every time she was near him? Or was it something else entirely?

“I—” she started, but the words stuck in her throat. How was she supposed to answer that?

Itachi took a step toward her, closing the distance between them with terrifying ease. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said softly, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine. “And yet, here you are.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind screaming at her to move, to get out, to do anything but stand there and let him unravel her like this. But she couldn’t. She was frozen, caught in the web he had spun around her, and the worst part was... she didn’t want to leave.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she managed to say, though her voice trembled with uncertainty.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of Itachi’s lips, but there was no warmth in it. “Liar.”

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. He was right. She was lying. But it wasn’t just fear that gripped her. It was something deeper, something darker.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Itachi continued, his eyes never leaving hers. “You want to understand me. To know why I affect you like this.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come. Because he was right. She hated how right he was.

Itachi stepped closer still, until he was mere inches from her. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to back away. His gaze bore into hers, intense and unrelenting.

“You’re curious,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “And curiosity, as I told you before, can be very dangerous.”

Y/N felt her throat tighten. Every instinct she had screamed at her to run, to get away from him. But her feet refused to move. She was trapped, not by him, but by her own desire to know more, to understand this strange connection they shared.

“What do you want from me?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Itachi’s smirk returned, and this time, it sent a chill down her spine. “I want to show you the truth, Y/N. The truth about control. About power. About how much of it you really have.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. Control. That word again. It felt like a promise and a threat all at once.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice shaking.

Itachi’s eyes darkened, his expression growing more serious. “You live your life in fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear of everything that could go wrong. But what if you didn’t have to be afraid? What if you could take control of everything, shape the world to your will?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. There was something seductive in his words, something that called to the deepest parts of her—the parts she didn’t want to admit existed.

“You’re lying,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure she believed it. “No one has that kind of power.”

Itachi’s smirk widened, and he took another step forward, his presence almost suffocating now. “You’d be surprised how much control one person can have,” he said softly, his voice a dangerous purr. “But only if they’re willing to embrace it.”

Y/N felt like the ground was slipping out from under her. What the hell was he talking about? This wasn’t just about academics anymore. This was something far darker, far more dangerous. And yet, she couldn’t deny the way his words stirred something inside her—a longing for something more, something she didn’t fully understand.

Itachi’s hand reached out, and before she could react, his fingers gently brushed against her cheek. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shock of electricity through her, her breath catching in her throat.

“You’re stronger than you think, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely audible now. “But only if you’re willing to let go of the fear that’s holding you back.”

Y/N’s heart raced, her mind spinning. This was wrong—so wrong—but she couldn’t pull away. She was caught in his web, drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain. And the worst part was... she didn’t want to leave.

“I can help you,” Itachi murmured, his hand still resting against her cheek. “But you have to trust me.”

Trust. The word echoed in her mind, heavy with meaning. Could she trust him? Could she really trust someone who had this much power over her, who seemed to know her better than she knew herself?

Before she could answer, Itachi’s hand dropped, and he stepped back, the intensity in his eyes fading slightly. “Think about it,” he said, his voice calm once more. “I’ll be waiting.”

Y/N stood frozen, her mind reeling as he walked away, leaving her alone in the empty classroom. His words echoed in her head, filling her with a strange mixture of fear and excitement.

What had just happened? What had he done to her?

As she left the room, her legs feeling weak beneath her, Y/N knew one thing for certain: she was in deeper than she had ever intended to be. And there was no turning back now.