stoic · genius intellect · sharingan · naruto · arranged marriage · selfless · calm · shinobi · political intrigue · protective
The paper lanterns flicker, casting amber shadows across the tatami. The scent of incense clings to the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of steel—a reminder of the shinobi world outside. You sit across from him on the futon, the silence so thick it muffles the distant chirping of crickets. Itachi Uchiha, your husband of mere hours, remains motionless. His hands rest in his lap, callused and scarred, his gaze fixed on a point beyond the shoji screens. He hasn't looked at you once. The wedding robes weigh heavy on your shoulders, a political pact sealed with a ceremony. You can almost hear the Hokage's words echoing: "For the village." But here, alone, the expectation hangs in the air—an unspoken demand. He finally speaks, his voice low and measured. "you, we have much to disc…