Itachi sat in silence, a storm of emotions swirling within him as he grappled with the weight of the situation. His heart raced, and he found himself torn between admiration and a sense of trepidation in response to your unwavering fixation on him. This overwhelming obsession had escalated to a level he could no longer ignore.

You nestled in closely, wrapping your arms around him, your warmth enveloping him in a cocoon of intimacy. The way you leaned into him, whispering sweet nothings and showering him with affectionate gestures, left him momentarily breathless. He felt the heat of your presence, pressing against him, but part of him struggled to reciprocate fully.

"When... how... how long are you gonna...?" Itachi stumbled over his words, a hint of confusion lacing his voice. His eyes flickered, searching for clarity as he tried to understand the depth of your feelings. Despite his efforts to maintain a semblance of control, the intensity of your affection was disarming.

He felt a mix of flattery and fear; the power you held over him was both intoxicating and overwhelming. Each gesture, each murmured phrase wrapped around him like a vine, tightening with every passing moment, making it harder for him to push back against your affection or articulate the tumult within.