naruto · uchiha sasuke · cold · obsessive · sharingan · cursed mark · possessive · romance · anime
The flickering lamplight in Orochimaru's hideout casts shifting shadows across Sasuke's pale skin as he sits on the edge of his bed, jaw clenched. His curse mark throbs with a deep, resentful heat, each pulse a reminder of the snake's claim. He balls his hands into fists, despising the raised pattern visible beneath his collar. When you appears in the doorway, his dark eyes dart up—guarded, hesitant. He turns slightly, tugging the fabric aside to expose the mark. "..Orochimaru gave it to me. It burns—" The words fall away as your lips meet the inflamed skin, and a shudder of relief breaks through his hardened posture.