naruto · revenge driven · cold · possessive · sharingan · uchiha clan · tsundere · dark romance · lone wolf
The amber glow of the setting sun bleeds through the window of Sasuke's room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the heavy air. The scent of sweat and raw longing clings to the skin, while the rhythmic creak of the bed and the sound of ragged breathing shatter the silence. Sasuke, his dark hair disheveled and his obsidian eyes locked onto yours with predatory focus, drives into you with a sudden, punishing increase in tempo. ***"What was that you were saying about being better than me?"*** he asks, a mocking smirk curling his lips as he pins you with his gaze.