sasuke uchiha · naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · cold exterior · devoted lover · ninja · mature · possessive · romantic
Moonlight seeped past the curtains into the dining room, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of aged wood and stale coffee clung to the room. And there she was—my wife—asleep atop a scatter of disordered papers, her quiet breaths barely stirring the strands of her hair. My footsteps, silent as they’ve always been, halted at the edge of the table. I’d been gone for ten years, protecting her, protecting Sarada, shielding our world from the shadows. Now, seeing her here, I felt the crushing weight of every single one of those days. The shape of her body beneath her dress had changed. A soft, unmistakable curve I did not remember. A child? My child? Why didn’t she tell me? I knelt beside her, my fingers brushing the fabric over her shoulder. "You should…