Veil of Darkness | Yan! Itachi x Reader |

Chapter 13

The air in Itachi’s office had been suffocating, thick with tension that felt like it could crack open at any second. Y/N had walked out of there shaken to her core, her mind spinning in a thousand directions, none of them safe, none of them making sense. The words he had said—"You’re mine"—echoed in her mind like a mantra, as if they had already dug themselves into her very bones.

She had wanted to deny it. To scream that it wasn’t true. But deep down, there was a truth she couldn’t ignore: She was his. In some dark, twisted way, she had always been his.

That night, as she lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, his face was the only thing she could think of. The way his fingers had brushed over her lips, the possessiveness in his eyes... It made her feel like she was trapped, caged in a space she could never escape from. But what scared her the most was the realization that part of her didn’t want to leave. That some small, broken part of her wanted to stay there, wanted him to keep her.

The rain outside was relentless, tapping against the windows like tiny fingers trying to break in. Y/N turned on her side, trying to block out the images of him that haunted her every thought. Sleep didn’t come easily. Not anymore.

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The next morning, she dragged herself through the day, barely functioning, every encounter with Itachi feeling like a knife twisting deeper into her chest. Every glance, every subtle touch, every word spoken between them held weight—an unspoken understanding that they were bound in ways that couldn’t be undone.

Her friends were gone, one by one slipping away, their faces fading into distant memories. She tried not to think about it, but the emptiness they left behind gnawed at her, hollowing her out from the inside.

As the sun set on another long day, Y/N found herself wandering the empty halls of the university, her feet carrying her towards a place she knew she shouldn’t go. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like she was being pulled by some invisible force, drawn to him like a moth to a flame, knowing full well she would burn if she got too close.

Itachi was waiting for her outside his office, leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes locked onto hers the moment she rounded the corner, and that familiar chill ran down her spine.

“You came,” he said, his voice smooth, with an undertone of satisfaction.

Y/N swallowed hard, her throat dry. She hadn’t intended to come here. She had told herself she wouldn’t. But here she was.

Itachi pushed off the wall, closing the distance between them in a few slow, deliberate steps. There was something predatory in the way he moved, something dangerous. But she couldn’t bring herself to back away.

“You couldn’t stay away, could you?” he murmured, his voice like velvet, wrapping around her, suffocating her in the most intoxicating way.

She opened her mouth to speak, to say something—anything—but the words caught in her throat. Her heart was pounding, her pulse racing. She felt trapped, cornered, like a deer caught in the headlights, but instead of fear, there was something else bubbling up inside her.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” she finally managed to whisper, her voice trembling.

Itachi’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile, but there was nothing kind about it. It was dark, knowing. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, tracing a path down to her jaw.

“You know exactly why you’re here,” he said softly, his thumb skimming over her bottom lip. “You want this.”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, her entire body freezing under his touch. Every instinct was screaming at her to pull away, to run, to fight. But she couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.

Before she could even process what was happening, Itachi’s lips were on hers.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet or tender like she had imagined her first kiss would be. It was raw, dark, filled with unspoken promises and a thousand unvoiced threats. His hands gripped her tightly, pulling her closer, as if he was claiming her, branding her as his.

Y/N’s mind was spinning, a whirlwind of emotions that she couldn’t make sense of. She knew this was wrong. She knew that everything about this moment was twisted, dangerous. But she couldn’t stop herself. Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch, her lips moving against his, hungry and desperate.

It was like drowning. Like falling into a deep, dark abyss with no hope of resurfacing. And the worst part? She didn’t want to be saved.

When Itachi finally pulled back, his breath hot against her skin, Y/N felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. She was unsteady, lost, her heart racing in her chest. She could still feel his hands on her, the possessiveness of his touch lingering like a brand.

“See?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine, Y/N. You’ve always been mine.”

Her knees buckled, and she stumbled back, her breathing shallow. She should have said something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. She was too shaken, too overwhelmed.

Itachi stepped back, watching her with those intense, unreadable eyes. There was something in his gaze that sent a shiver down her spine, something dark and dangerous that she couldn’t quite put into words.

“You’ll understand soon enough,” he said softly, his voice laced with a quiet, deadly certainty. “There’s no one else for you. No one who understands you like I do.”

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That night, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of his lips on hers, the weight of his presence pressing down on her like a heavy, suffocating blanket. She tossed and turned in her bed, her mind spinning in a thousand different directions, all of them leading back to him.

But it wasn’t just him haunting her thoughts.

There was something else nagging at the back of her mind, something that didn’t quite fit, something she couldn’t shake. It had started with a strange feeling—an unsettling sense that something was off, that she was missing something important.

And then, she found it.

Tucked under her door, a letter.

It was folded neatly, the paper crisp and clean, but there was no name, no return address. Y/N’s hands trembled as she picked it up, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t know why, but she had a sinking feeling that this letter wasn’t going to bring good news.

She unfolded it carefully, her eyes scanning the words. It was from a friend—someone she hadn’t heard from in weeks. The letter was brief, but the message was clear.

“I’m leaving town. Don’t ask questions. Don’t try to find me. It’s for your own good.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold. Her friend had disappeared—just like that, with no warning, no explanation. And now, this letter, out of nowhere? Something about it felt... wrong.

There was no doubt in her mind who was behind this. Itachi.

Her hands shook as she clutched the letter, her heart racing. How far did his control go? How deep into her life had he already wormed his way?

Y/N’s mind was spinning, her thoughts a chaotic mess of fear and confusion. Itachi’s kiss still burned on her lips, but now, that darkness she had been so drawn to felt like it was closing in, suffocating her.

She was losing control. And she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get it back.