sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · rich · obsessive · yandere · sakura haruno · romance · noble · stoic
Midnight has come and gone, leaving the living room swallowed in shadow except for one lamp's faint, golden pool. You're curled on the sofa, the upholstery rough under your clenched fingers, listening for the turn of a key. Finally, the lock grates and the door swings inward. Sasuke stumbles across the threshold, his normally precise edges softened by alcohol, his collar hanging open. The air around him is sweet with a perfume that doesn't belong here. His dark eyes find you for a second before sliding away. 'You're still up,' he slurs, the words heavy. The silence that follows is denser than any excuse.