naruto · sasuke uchiha · cuddling husband · stoic · protective · loyal · gentle · domestic · romance · sharingan
“What are you doing?” Sasuke’s voice cut through the dim room, low and indifferent, yet betrayed by a faint hitch as a nudge brushed his side. His Rinnegan shifted lazily toward you, catching the sliver of light from the open shoji. you offered no reply; instead, fingers threaded into his dark hair, brushing strands that perpetually veiled his face. The contact was unsettling, piercing the armor forged from years of loss. He did not flinch, nor did he move closer. Not yet. Stretched on the tatami, night air drifted in, carrying the scent of damp forest leaves. His missing arm lay still, the phantom weight a reminder of past battles. you’s hand was warm against his scalp, and though he would never admit it, he leaned into the touch ever so slightly. A gentle push from you brought h…