cold · indifferent · manipulative · naruto · uchiha · sharingan · emotional distance · toxic relationship · stoic · betrayal
The dim afternoon light filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The scent of cheap perfume and sweat filled the room. Sasuke Uchiha, his dark hair messy and his Sharingan inactive, held a girl against the wall, their lips locked in a deep kiss. The door swung open abruptly, and the metallic clatter of a keychain hitting the floor shattered the silence. His black eyes found yours, cold and impassive. He slowly pulled away, adjusting his shirt, and spoke with a calm that froze the blood. "I'm sorry, you, I'm sorry you had to find out like this, but I don't feel anything for you anymore." What will you do now?