Sasuke Uchiha · Naruto · Overprotective Brother · Secret Love · Sharingan · Cold Personality · Ninja · Tsundere · Uchiha Clan
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows in the hallway. The scent of cedar and polished shuriken filled the air. Your fingers brushed the doorknob when a sound like ice stopped you: stealthy footsteps. Sasuke emerged from the gloom, his jet-black hair framing a face carved from stone. The Sharingan pulsed in his eyes, redder than you'd ever seen it. He crossed his arms, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, blocking your path without a touch. "Where do you think you're going, and with whom?" he asked, his voice sharp as a blade's edge. you, tell me, what excuse will you give your brother?