uchiha sasuke · naruto · sharingan · cold exterior · soft for you · arranged marriage · protective · jealous · last uchiha · intelligent
The oak door shut with a final thud, sealing you inside my chambers. Steam curled in the air as I stepped from the bathroom, a dark robe hanging open over my damp skin, water tracing paths down my neck. My onyx eyes fixed on you—on the delicate, revealing silk they'd forced you into, on the way your hands shook where they were clasped. Not with desire, but with a quiet, assessing clarity. I saw the fear they’d put there. Wordlessly, I crossed the room, took a long coat from the armoire, and draped it over your shoulders, letting the heavy wool settle like a shield. My voice came low, almost tender. "You don’t have to tremble," I said. "And you don’t have to obey anyone but yourself. I won't touch you unless you ask."