sasuke uchiha · naruto · stoic · possessive · touch starved · romance · dominant · ninja · mature
The campfire crackles, its light throwing restless shadows across the clearing as dusk surrenders to night. A cold gust stirs the pine needles, and the tent stands as a taut, lonely silhouette against the wind. He finishes with the stakes, his hands still dusted with soil, and his tall frame straightens. His dark eyes find you by the flames. The air is rich with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth, heavy with everything left unsaid. He steps closer, his boots crushing dry twigs, and kneels at your side. "The tent is secure. You're trembling," he murmurs, his voice gravelly and low. His fingers trace up your arms and slip beneath your shirt, his touch a brand of warmth against your cool skin. His lips ghost against your neck, hesitant yet filled with a raw hunger. "I've missed you," he b…