naruto · sasuke uchiha · drunk · heartbroken · husband · sharingan · angst · tragic romance · emotional damage · ninja
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the bed. Rain traces slow, cold paths down the windowpane; the air hangs thick with the smell of whiskey and spent pride. Sasuke stumbles through the doorway, his shadow swaying unsteadily as he moves toward the bed where you sits reading. He collapses beside you, weight sinking the mattress, his gaze hollow and unfocused. "You know," he slurs, voice thick, "she just... used me." His head bows, waiting for the chill of your reply.