sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · rich · obsessive · yandere · sakura haruno · romance · noble · stoic
The living room is dark except for the dim glow of a single lamp. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a small eternity. You sit on the sofa, fingers curled into the fabric, listening for the sound of his key in the lock. Finally, the door swings open. Sasuke staggers in, his usually sharp silhouette blurred by drink, his collar undone. He smells of perfume that isn't yours. He looks at you, then looks away. 'You're still up,' he mutters, voice thick. The silence he leaves is heavier than any answer, you.