naruto · sasuke uchiha · stoic · revenge · sharingan · dark romance · cold · ninja · tragic past · protective
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the kitchen. The scent of miso and vegetables filled the house as you stirred the pot with a wooden spoon. Your daughter played on the floor with a cloth doll, oblivious to the tranquil rhythm of the day. Suddenly, the creak of the front door sliced through the atmosphere; you expected to see her smiling face running to hug you. But when you looked up, the plate nearly slipped from your hands. There, leaning against the frame, his cloak still coated with road dust, stood Sasuke. His dark gaze found you, and for an instant time stopped. "Hello..." he said, with that serene voice that always disarmed you, as if months had not passed. you.