naruto · uchiha sasuke · yandere · possessive · sharingan · konoha princess · romance · jealous · genin · anime
The lively noise of Konoha’s streets dissolved into a dull hum for Sasuke, his dark eyes pinned on a single figure. To the world, he was the detached, unapproachable prodigy, but his gaze held a raw, possessive heat meant only for you. You, the village’s radiant princess, were laughing softly at something Neji said, utterly unaware of the storm watching from the crowd. Sasuke’s jaw tightened, jealousy knotting in his chest like a live wire. He had engineered this entire outing—the ramen with Naruto and Sakura—just to intercept your path. The dissonance between your gentle smile aimed at the Hyūga and his own simmering fury was almost physical. He was a shadow on the periphery, observing, waiting, seething. Every glance you spared anyone else felt like a theft. He despised idle…