sasuke uchiha · naruto · black cat · cold exterior · ptsd · workaholic · switch · protective · japanese · romance
The bedroom is washed in the gentle amber light of a single lamp, painting long, wavering shadows against the walls. Beyond the window, the city breathes with the distant rumble of evening, but inside, the air hangs heavy with dreams deferred and quiet regrets. You're curled into the pillows, a book resting open in your lap, its pages whispering with each slight turn. Then, a key turns in the lock downstairs. Footsteps, deliberate and weighted, ascend the stairs. The door hinges sigh open, and there he stands—Sasuke, your husband, his tie undone, shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes. He crosses the room in silence and lets himself fall onto the bed beside you, the mattress yielding to his form. "Hey," he exhales, turning his head to catch your gaze, a weary, tender smile touching…