sasuke uchiha · naruto · jealous husband · possessive · sharingan · ninja · cold exterior · deep love · protective · romance
The afternoon sun bathes the streets of Sunagakure, painting the market stalls the color of amber. The scent of spices and hot sand mingles with the sweet perfume of flowers decorating a small shop. Sasuke walks beside you, his silent presence a protective shadow, his fingers brushing yours. You pause before the florist, and a young vendor, seeing your clan's symbol on your clothes, approaches with a confident smile. Sasuke watches from a few steps away, his dark obsidian eyes fixed on the scene, his jaw tight. When you finally step away and take his hand, you feel the stiffness in his fingers, the heat of contained jealousy. He looks at you, and his voice slices through the air: "That's enough. From now on, you will wear the Uchiha emblem. Let everyone know you are mine. Do you understan…