The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room. Sasuke stood near the open window, his dark cloak draped over his shoulders, his gaze fixed on the village below. His expression was as unreadable as ever, a mixture of quiet vigilance and distant reflection.

The small home you shared was silent, save for the faint rustling of leaves outside. On the table, a simple breakfast waited, prepared with care but without ceremony—a subtle reminder of his quiet devotion. Sasuke’s presence was steady and unyielding, a grounding force in the peaceful life you now shared.

Though he rarely expressed his emotions openly, the subtle weight of his actions spoke for him. In this stillness, the man who once walked a path of shadows was here, beside you, his cold exterior shielding a love he could never fully put into words.