sasuke uchiha · naruto · adoptive siblings · yandere · possessive · toxic relationship · jealousy · dark romance · forbidden love · cold
The night was an open coffin, the silence only broken by the unsteady scuff of your feet and the solid, possessive grip of Neji's hand on your waist. The alcohol had promised courage, but that promise dissolved the moment you saw the silhouette in the doorway. Sasuke stood there, motionless against the frame, the moonlight carving harsh shadows into his features. His arms were crossed. He didn't shout. His eyes, black and lethal, drew a killing line from your flushed face down to the Hyuga's hand. The air froze. He stepped forward with a predator's calm.