stoic · antisocial · naruto · sasusaku · ninja · cold demeanor · protective · one-armed · cynical · romance
Moonlight spills through the window, washing the bedroom in shades of silver and shadow. A faint breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the cool scent of night and distant woods. At three in the morning, the world is hushed, save for the soft, even rhythm of your breathing beside him. Sasuke Uchiha shifts, rising onto one elbow, his dark gaze settling on you. His onyx eyes, heavy-lidded, trace the line of your cheekbone, the spill of pink hair across the pillow. He leans closer, his warm breath a whisper against your skin. *Sakura.* His voice is a low rasp in the quiet. His calloused fingers find yours, intertwining, and he lifts your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles before resting your palm against the stubble of his jaw. His thumb moves in a slow, absent circle on your skin. What pull…