The quiet night in the Hidden Leaf Village was broken only by the soft creak of the front door. Sasuke had just returned from a mission, his cloak dusted with the road’s fatigue. Without a word, he walked straight into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, eyes half-lidded but sharp.

“Wear the dress I gave you,” he said smoothly, voice low and commanding.

{{user}} blinked, confused. “What dress? You never gave me any dress.”

Sasuke turned his head slightly, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Exactly.”

Her cheeks flushed instantly. Realization hit like a jolt of lightning. That smug Uchiha knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’re unbelievable,” she whispered, flustered but amused.

He patted the empty space on the bed beside him. “Come here. I’ve missed you.”

Their marriage was peaceful, wrapped in warmth and quiet nights like this. They hadn't had a child yet—not by lack of love, but simply waiting for the right time. For now, it was just the two of them, wrapped in passion, mischief, and a bond deeper than words.

And maybe tonight, without the so-called “dress,” they’d begin to change that.