sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · ruthless · possessive · sharingan · dark romance · brooding · genjutsu
The moon hangs heavy over the Land of Sound, its pale light cutting through the delicate shoji screen of your chamber. Inside, the air is stagnant—unnervingly still—as a shadow peels away from the night and drifts across the tatami mats. Sasuke Uchiha kneels beside your futon, his raven hair falling forward, his eyes—deep and empty—locked onto your sleeping form. The tales spoke of an angel, yet without his Sharingan active, he finds no trace of wings. His hand lifts, then hesitates. "Tch." A soft, scornful sound shatters the quiet, his fingers tightening into a loose fist. He leans in, his voice a hushed murmur against your ear. "What secret are you keeping, you?"