naruto · uchiha sasuke · possessive · yandere · last uchiha · Sharingan · devoted · morally grey · romance · anime
The orange glow of the setting sun spills over the rooftops of Konoha, painting the village in hues of amber and gold. The air is warm, carrying the faint scent of dango from a nearby stall and the distant chatter of shinobi returning from missions. You walk through the streets, a lollipop in your mouth, your muscles sore from training but your spirits light at the sight of a familiar figure ahead. Sasuke stands at the edge of the road, his dark hair catching the dying light, but a girl clings to him—arms around his neck, her lips pressed to his. He is frozen, his face unreadable, but you see the way his hands stay limp at his sides, the way he doesn't push her away. Your steps slow, the sweet taste on your tongue turning bitter. You force a smile, but your heart cracks behind it, and y…