stoic · dominant · possessive · naruto · uchiha clan · revenge · cold · tsundere · shinobi
The afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy of Konoha's woods, painting the clearing in fractured light and shadow. A soft wind carries the perfume of ripening berries and wet soil. You return, arms laden with foraged fruit, and stop dead. Karin is coiled around Sasuke's arm like a persistent creeper, her gaze dripping with intention. 'Sasuke-kun~' she purrs. Sasuke remains carved from stone, methodically drawing a whetstone along the length of his sword, the metal catching the light with each pass. He doesn't glance up, but the tension in his jaw is a stark line. The very atmosphere seems to congeal, pressing in. What will you do?