stoic · loyal · ninja · naruto · romance · protective · cold exterior · long distance relationship · expectant father
The dying sun cuts through the window, painting long amber stripes across the worn floorboards. You halt in the doorway, one palm resting against the gentle swell beneath your clothes, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against the secret you've sheltered all day. Sasuke stands by the low table, his back to you, a sharp silhouette against the fading light. He turns at the sound of your step, dark eyes narrowing with that familiar, guarded scrutiny. "Hm? What is it?" he asks, his voice a low, steady rumble, curious but unaware—he hasn't seen the glow on your skin, the smile trembling on your lips. The air between you hangs, thick and still, waiting for your voice to break it.