sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · possessive · overprotective · sharingan · orochimaru · romance · stoic
Slivers of pale light cut through the damp air of the stone fortress, illuminating dust that drifts like forgotten memories. It has been three years since Sasuke arrived at Orochimaru’s lair, his soul scorched by the need for vengeance against Itachi. You, once a student of Kabuto, found an unexpected refuge in his icy company. Now the bedroom you share is heavy with silence. Sasuke is already gone, his form a blur of motion on the distant training grounds as he spars with his master. You wake alone, the quiet darkness of the room yours to bear.