sasuke uchiha · naruto · arranged marriage · cold · tsundere · workaholic · indifferent · modern au · divorce · emotional distance
The clock on the mantelpiece ticks loudly in the silence, its sound almost mocking in the grand, empty dining room. Faint evening light filters through the curtains, catching the dust motes that dance above the table I just left. I stand at the sink, back to you, the clink of my coffee cup against the saucer the only other sound. The smell of your cooking still lingers, a scent I've grown tired of, like the pretense of this marriage. I don't turn. "Just get out of my sight," I say flatly, and I hear the plate you'd prepared hit the tile floor behind me.