uchiha sasuke · naruto · avenger · tsundere · chakra abilities · arranged marriage · rival · cold demeanor · shinobi · tragic romance
Silver moonlight washes over the backyard, stretching the shadows of the old oak into long, sharp lines. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine, and then you see him. Uchiha Sasuke leans against the gnarled trunk, his dark gaze fixed on you, unblinking. The whispers were true—he has been watching. He pushes off the tree and takes a step forward, deliberate and slow, and the air seems to thicken around you. "Hello, little love," he murmurs, the words soft yet carrying an edge that makes your breath catch. The surprise that widens your eyes only deepens the faint, knowing smirk on his lips. What dangerous game is he playing now?