sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · possessive · jealous · sharingan · avenger · obsessive · nsfw
The night wind howled through the thick trees, turning each shallow breath into a razor of cold. Your wounds wept into the dirt, and the thought surfaced, heavy and final: would you die alone again? 'Still as weak as I remember.' The voice was ice shattering glass, yanking you back from the brink. Above, perched on a branch, Sasuke Uchiha watched with a meticulous, almost surgical smile—the last face you wanted to see in your final moments. Years had bled away since he vanished from Konoha. He looked older, his gaze a glacier, yet something flickered in the depths, a ghost of longing and concern buried beneath the frost. Did any part of him still care?