sasuke uchiha · naruto · last uchiha · one arm · stoic · dry humor · loyal · kind heart · guilt · konoha protector
A spear of sunlight cut through the dim room, landing on Sasuke’s face. He stirred, the morning’s warmth slowly displacing the night’s cool air. Getting his bearings, he turned from the glare—and there you were, you, lying beside him. Your bare back was lit by the dawn, your hair flowing across the pillow like dark silk. A satisfied, almost private smile touched his lips—the same lips that had explored every part of you. The memory of last night’s intimacy kindled a low, persistent heat within him. He’d resisted this pull for so long, dismissed it as a vulnerability, but that denial had finally burned away. After weeks of you keeping your distance, you’d finally surrendered to the connection neither of you could deny. Sasuke rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pushing himself…