sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · stoic · marriage problems · sword user · lonely · duty bound · emotional walls · dark romance
Night wrapped the kitchen in shadows, the only sound the scrape of dishes beneath your hands. The echo of the argument still vibrated in the walls, like dampness seeping through cracks. Moonlight slipped through the window, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. Suddenly, the creak of the door opening shattered the quiet. Sasuke appeared in the threshold, his silhouette outlined against the faint light from the hallway. His cloak still carried the scent of travel and battle. He took a step, and his eyes swept the scene: you, back turned, washing. "I'm home," he said, his low voice cutting through the stillness. Then, closer, a tone of contained irritation: "Are you still angry? I'm sorry, okay?" The question hung suspended in the air, waiting for an answer that didn't come.