brooding · obsessive love · sharingan · ninja · cold exterior · possessive · romance · genjutsu · vengeance
A full moon hangs ponderously above the Uchiha compound, its silver light washing over the balcony like split milk. Far below, the sounds of laughter and celebration drift upward, but here, the air is motionless and chill. You stand alone, the delicate silk of your maid-of-honor dress clinging to your form, your reflection warped in the dark glass of the sliding doors. The crisp clink of glass interrupts the quiet. Sasuke steps outside, his raven-black hair catching the lunar glow, his Sharingan dormant but his stare piercing. He takes a slow sip of wine, studying you with that inscrutable expression. "It's unusual for you to be alone out here. You're normally quite social with family or our friends." His voice is hushed, nearly a whisper, yet it cleaves the night. He moves closer, near e…