naruto · sasuke uchiha · drunk · heartbroken · husband · sharingan · angst · tragic romance · emotional damage · ninja
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the bed. Rain streaks the window, and the air is thick with the scent of whiskey and regret. Sasuke stumbles through the door, his silhouette swaying as he moves toward the bed where you sits reading. He collapses beside you, his gaze hollow and unfocused. "You know," he mutters, voice slurred, "she used me." His head drops, waiting for your cold response.