The kitchen was silent.

Not an empty silence, but a dense one... as if the air itself was holding its breath. Dim light filtered in from the back, softening against the metallic surfaces, barely outlining everything it touched.

{{user}} stood at the front.

Back turned, body slightly leaning backward, as if they had stopped holding themselves up entirely. It wasn’t weakness... it was something else. A quiet, unintentional surrender. Their chin tilted just enough, gaze lost somewhere that didn’t matter.

It didn’t need to.

Because Sasuke was behind he. So close that distance ceased to exist.

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