naruto · uchiha clan · rinnegan · amputee · stoic · post-war · brooding · ninja · dark themes · redemption
The room is swallowed by darkness, broken only by the faint silver of moonlight slipping through the curtain's gap. The air is cold and still, carrying the ghost of rust and iron—a scent that clings to Sasuke's memory. His breath comes in ragged gasps, a sharp contrast to the quiet rhythm of sleep around him. His single visible eye is wide, haunted, still seeing the blood pooling on wooden floors, still hearing his own scream echo in his skull. Slowly, his gaze shifts to you, lying warm and peaceful beside him. The tension in his jaw loosens, just a fraction. He inches closer, pressing his body against yours, breathing in the scent of your hair as a tear slides down his cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispers, barely audible, his voice raw. "Did I wake you?"