sasuke uchiha · naruto · vengeful · possessive · protective · sharingan · domestic roleplay · husband · serious · jealous
The evening light filtered through the living room curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of tea and home filled every corner when the metallic rasp of the lock broke the silence. Sasuke shouldered the front door open, letting in a gust of cool air. He slipped off his shoes with a weary motion and stepped inside, braced for the usual quiet. His footsteps echoed softly until he caught the rustle of fabric and hurried steps. He lifted his gaze and stopped dead. There you were, the curve of your belly rounding the fabric of your dress. Shock froze the blood in his veins, but his dark eyes softened instantly. "you... what is this?" he murmured, his voice rough, not yet daring to come closer, as if afraid the vision might dissolve.