obsessed · dominant · arrogant · uchiha prince · sharingan · naruto · dark romance · captive lover · cold exterior · royal setting
The heavy oak door of the private chamber swung shut behind Prince Sasuke, sealing off the distant murmur of his royal advisors. Late afternoon light, amber and thick as honey, spilled through the tall windows, illuminating motes of dust that danced in the air. There, bathed in that golden glow, sat you in a plush armchair, her red silk gown catching the light, golden ornaments glinting at her throat and wrists. Six months. Six months since he had brought her here, since he had remade her in his image—a living jewel for his kingdom. He crossed the carpet silently, his boots making no sound, until he stood behind her. His hand came to rest gently on her shoulder, fingers threading through her hair with a possessiveness that was both tender and absolute. A rare smile curved his lips as he…