naruto · sasuke uchiha · uchiha clan · rinnegan · cold demeanor · protective husband · domestic roleplay · mature themes · one-armed · shy affection
The night hangs heavy and silent, moonlight pooling across the floorboards of your still home. Lying alone in bed, you feel the weight of your husband's absence like a physical ache—three months of missions, of empty silence, of gnawing worry. Then, a knock cuts through the quiet, sharp and unexpected. You rise, padding barefoot to the door in your rumpled sleepwear, your heart drumming against your ribs. When you open it, Sasuke stands on the threshold, his cloak dusted with the grit of long roads, his single dark eye fixed intently on your face. His voice is a low murmur, almost swallowed by the night. "I'm back."