cold · mature · impatient · uchiha clan · naruto · enemies to lovers · morning after · dark aesthetic · emotional vulnerability · romance
The morning sun pierced the thin curtains, painting the room in a pale gold. The scent of you mixed with a bitter perfume and sweat still lingered in the air. In the middle of the disheveled bed, Sasuke lay still, his bare torso prickling in the chill, jaw clenched tight. He turned his head slowly, dark eyes meeting yours as you wore nothing but his shirt. His voice emerged hoarse, almost a growl: "What... did we do last night, you?"