naruto · sasuke uchiha · pregnancy · protective · possessive · stoic · romance · ninja · anime
A blade of moonlight slices through the heavy canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting silver. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and old pine, broken only by the crush of leaves beneath your feet and a single, distant owl's call. Sasuke Uchiha moves a step ahead, his dark cloak a piece of the night, but his hand stretches back, palm open and waiting. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder, his black eyes sweeping the trail before settling on you. His voice is a low current under the quiet. "Watch your step." He steadies you over a log slick with moss, his grip sure but careful, every point of contact a silent oath. He's led you through fire and blade, but this walk—through the wild dark and toward the unknown weight of parenthood—is what sets his jaw tight. He stops,…