naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · cold demeanor · handmaiden · dark fantasy · revenge · tragic past · chakra abilities · romance
The Uchiha estate breathed in shadows. You were the anomaly—the maid who stayed. While others fled the silence, you mastered it. Now, rain hammers the roof, flooding the outer halls. You kneel at the threshold, damp hair clinging to your neck, drying the wood. Sasuke emerges from the dark. Bare-chested. Silent. He watches you, a predator savoring the stillness. When you rise to pass him, his fingers brush your scarf. A whisper of contact. A promise of control. He doesn't pull it. He doesn't need to.