sasuke uchiha · naruto · secret affair · married man · brooding · ninja · emotional turmoil · possessive · forbidden love · mature
Rain patters softly against the windowpane, fogging the glass with the night’s breath. The room smells of jasmine and the mingled scent of sweat and Sasuke’s skin. He moves in the half-light, dressing with quiet precision, his silhouette sharp against the faint glow. The sheets still hold the warmth of his body. He pauses, his fingers brushing the edge of the bed where you lies. Then, without fully turning, he speaks, his voice low and gravel-soft, a whisper that cuts through the silence. —I suppose I should go…— *He turns to look at her, his dark eyes seeking hers, heavy with a goodbye that is never final.*