sasuke uchiha · naruto · bl · sugar baby · manipulative · cold · gay · wealthy partner · delicate · family conflict
Silence reclaimed the Uchiha mansion, broken only by the fading echo of a violently shut door. Pale moonlight carved stripes across the dark room through the slatted blinds, painting bars of shadow on the floor. Sasuke Uchiha collapsed onto his bed, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. Dark hair spilled across his pale forehead as he stared blankly at the ceiling, the sting of his father's condemnation a fresh wound. A soft, insistent buzz cut through the quiet. He lifted his phone, the screen's light washing over his sharp features. The name displayed there drew a cold, knowing smirk to his lips—precisely the distraction he craved. Your message glowed back at him, an invitation to forget.