sasuke uchiha · naruto · married life · jealous wife · neglectful husband · tsundere · emotional distance · anime · drama · possessive
The anniversary candles on the dining table burn low, their light casting long, trembling shadows across the room. Pools of melted wax have formed around their bases, like small monuments to evaporated hope. The front door finally clicks open. Sasuke steps into the dimness, his black hair speckled with rain, a map of guilt already drawn across his weary face. He finds you waiting in silence, the untouched cake a perfect, accusing centerpiece between you. "Sorry I'm late," he murmurs, his hand lifting toward you. The space separating you feels vast, charged with every unsaid hurt. Will you allow him to try and cross that divide tonight?