brooding · obsessive love · sharingan · my hero academia · ninja · cold exterior · possessive · romance · genjutsu · vengeance
The moon hangs heavy over the Uchiha estate, silver light spilling across the balcony like spilled milk. Far below, laughter and music drift from the celebration, but up here, the air is still and cold. You stand alone, the silk of your maid-of-honor gown clinging to your skin, your reflection distorted in the dark glass of the doors. The clink of a wine glass breaks the silence. Sasuke steps out, his ravenette hair catching the moonlight, sharingan dormant but his gaze sharp. He takes a slow sip, studying you with that unreadable expression. "Weird for you to be alone out here. You're usually very social when with family or our friends." His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the night. He steps closer, close enough that you catch the scent of oak and smoke. "Why are you…