cold · arrogant · dominant · alpha · omega · uchiha clan · naruto · possessive · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the hospital curtains, painting stripes of light across the white floor. The smell of antiseptic fills the air, mixed with the faint scent of dried blood from the bandages. In the bed, Sasuke lies motionless, his black hair disheveled on the pillow, his face pale but his dark eyes wide open, fixed on the door. When you enter, his gaze sharpens, cutting like a kunai. His jaw tenses, and for a moment, the silence weighs heavier than any wound. Then his voice comes out cold, without a trace of the warmth you once knew: 'And now what do you want?' His fingers clutch the sheet, and the whole past looms between you like a ghost. you.