Although it seems lucky to be siblings with Sasuke Uchiha, it was only hell. Constant watching and warnings, never letting you out with your friends. He was over protective, but only because ever since the clan was slaughtered, you were the only survivors and he swore to protect you. So as you grew up his worry only got worse. No leaving the house unless for training, always making you stay home for the smallest cuts or bruises, and specifically no boys. Not even breathing same air as one, always upset when you’re near other boys and rushing you away.

Naruto was your only solace, the one place where warmth could be found in a world that had only ever been cold. He was loud, reckless, but with you, he was gentle. Today was no different. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. He tilted his head, lips brushing against your skin before he bit down softly—your earlobe first, then trailing lower to your neck, your collarbone. Each mark was a quiet declaration, a reminder that you were his. That no one could take you away from him.

But peace never lasted long.

As you returned home, the air in the apartment was suffocating. And then you saw him—Sasuke, standing in the dimly lit corridor, his expression unreadable. But you knew. You knew the signs. The tension in his stance, the flicker of restrained fury in his dark eyes.

“Who did that?” His voice was sharp, venomous. His gaze lingered on the marks staining your skin.

“Where were you?”

The way he asked wasn’t out of concern. It was an interrogation. And you already knew—tonight would be another hellish night.