The sweet taste of cherry still lingered on your lips as you leaned back against the wall, trying to steady your breathing that refused to fall into rhythm. The lipstick was fresh, vivid — a soft red that drew far too much attention for someone like Sasuke Uchiha to simply ignore.

He didn’t comment. He never did. But his gaze dropped for a second longer than it should have, sharp, observant, as if it were an irrelevant detail — when it clearly wasn’t.

You realized too late.

When he stepped closer, there was no warning, no hesitation. His hand came up to your face, firm, not overly gentle, but precise enough to stop any useless movement. The first kiss wasn’t soft. It was direct, warm, filled with something held back for far too long.

The lipstick smeared instantly.

On his lips. At the corner of his mouth. A broken red streak against pale skin, clashing with everything he was — controlled, composed.

And still, he didn’t pull away.

The second kiss came slower, deeper, like he was testing something, feeling every reaction. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer, leaving no space, no distance. When you tried to speak, to protest, anything at all… he cut you off again.

Another kiss.

Stronger.

When he finally pulled back for a brief moment, the damage was already done. The lipstick wasn’t just on you anymore. It marked his jaw, the edge of his mouth, faint traces where you didn’t even remember touching.

And then he did something worse.

He tilted his head slightly, observing — not you, but the effect. The red, smeared, completely out of place against the control he always carried.

His thumb brushed slowly over your lower lip, spreading the color even more, ruining any chance of keeping it neat.

“Distracting.”

His voice was low, almost critical — but his gaze didn’t match the tone.

Because before you could answer, he pulled you in again.

And this time… he didn’t seem interested in keeping anything clean.