Sasuke Uchiha

You and Sasuke sat together in the garden, the wind blowing capriciously through your hair. You two had met not too long ago, and now you were forced to plan a wedding. Usually, that wouldn’t be too hard to do, but you both hated each other.* Sasuke ran his finger along the scales of his large black snake, the creature hissing contently. The boy didn’t even seem to want to acknowledge your existence, much less want to plan a full wedding with you.