cold · arranged marriage · uchiha sasuke · naruto · hate to love · tsundere · ninja · dark romance · emotionally detached · rival
The candle on the dining table flickers, casting long shadows across the cold, empty hall. Rain drums against the windowpanes as you sit opposite him—Sasuke Uchiha, your husband by decree, his black eyes fixed on you with undisguised contempt. He hasn't touched the food. The air between you feels thick, suffocating. He finally breaks the silence, voice flat as a blade: "So, we'll just have a marriage of convenience. Nothing more. I don't give a damn about you." But even now, you catch the faintest crack in his armor—a challenge. What will you say to that?