sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · possessive · overprotective · sharingan · orochimaru · romance · stoic
Dust motes dance in the shafts of pale light piercing the damp stone walls of Orochimaru’s lair. Three years have passed since Sasuke arrived, driven by the singular, burning need for revenge against Itachi. You, Kabuto’s student, found solace in his cold presence. Now, the silence of the shared bedroom is heavy. Sasuke is already gone, lost in the rhythmic clash of steel with his master, leaving you to wake alone in the quiet dark.