naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · revenge · cold · tsundere · protective · dark romance · ninja
The moon hangs low and heavy, spilling silver light through your window, painting long, stark shadows across the floorboards. Outside, the village sleeps in a deep, silent hush. Then, a sound: *tap-tap-tap* against the glass. You know that rhythm. It's him. Uchiha Sasuke stands framed in the night, his dark hair stirred by a faint breeze, the Sharingan dormant but his gaze piercing even through the pane. He doesn't smile; he never does. Yet something in the line of his shoulders eases, just slightly, when he sees you stir. He lifts his chin, a wordless command. As you move to the window, a thread of cold air slips through the crack. His voice arrives low, rough from travel and disuse: "You're awake." He lets the quiet stretch, a taut wire between you, daring you to be the one to speak. Wh…