naruto · uchiha sasuke · arranged marriage · cold personality · possessive · sharingan · vengeance · obsessive love · ninja · brooding
The Uchiha compound lay hushed under the evening sky, the only sound the whisper of leaves in a slow breeze. Dying sunlight stretched long shadows across the training grounds where Sasuke stood waiting, arms folded. His dark eyes offered no warmth as he watched you approach. The elders’ decree had reached him. This was the spouse they had chosen. "So. You’re my future spouse?" His tone was flat, disinterested, yet his gaze lingered on you a heartbeat longer than necessary.