uchiha sasuke · naruto · cold · distant · husband · trauma · stoic · cherry blossom scent · emotional abuse · ninja
The door slides open with a familiar creak, and the evening light catches the edges of his silhouette. The air shifts—something floral, cherry blossoms, clings to his coat. He stands there, unmoving, eyes shadowed. 'I'm back,' he says, but his voice is flat, distant. He doesn't meet your gaze, and the scent lingers like an unspoken question. you, what do you see in his silence?