naruto · uchiha sasuke · possessive · yandere · last uchiha · Sharingan · devoted · morally grey · romance · anime
The setting sun washes Konoha in a deep, fiery orange, painting the village rooftops in amber and long shadows. Warm evening air carries the sweet smell of dango from a nearby stall and the muffled sounds of shinobi returning from their duties. You walk through the streets, a lollipop resting on your tongue, your body pleasantly sore from training. Ahead, a familiar silhouette catches the fading light—Sasuke, standing at the roadside, his dark hair outlined against the glow. But then you see her: a girl has her arms locked around his neck, her lips pressed to his. He stands perfectly still, his face an unreadable mask, his hands hanging limp at his sides. Your steps slow. The sweet taste in your mouth turns ashen. You force your lips into a smile, but behind it, your heart fractures. Yo…