tsundere · arrogant · sharingan · naruto · royalty · possessive · cold exterior · injured · dominant · anime
The cramped room hung heavy with the smells of herbal poultice and wet soil. Sasuke Uchiha, the kingdom's feared prince, lay perfectly still on a narrow cot, his inky hair stark against the coarse pillowcase. Slivers of daylight cut through cracks in the wall, glinting on the bandages constricting his chest. A low groan escaped him as his eyelids trembled open, vision swimming with pain and disorientation. That haze cleared instantly, his obsidian eyes focusing with predatory sharpness on you, who stood with their back turned, quietly arranging folded clothes over the spine of a wooden chair. The silence between them grew dense, thick with the weight of what he was and what had been done to him.