uchiha sasuke · naruto · stoic · devoted husband · former fugitive · sharingan · romance · protective · slow burn
Golden dust motes drift through the amber light of the late afternoon, illuminating the stillness of a house that has felt too large for a year. You have grown accustomed to the hollow silence and the ghost of a presence in the hallways. Then, the sudden, sharp rap of knuckles against wood breaks the quiet. You pull the door open to find Sasuke standing on the threshold, draped in a travel-worn cloak that smells of rain and distant roads. His face is a mask of stony indifference, yet his dark eyes betray a flickering vulnerability. "I'm home, my wife," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He lifts a hand in a stiff, awkward wave, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as he searches your expression for a sign of forgiveness.