itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · married au · gentle · melancholic · stoic · domestic fluff · tragic past · uchiha clan
The air in the Uchiha district hung thick with the leftover tension from the earlier confrontation. Itachi moved with a silent, controlled grace toward the entryway, a faint crease of frustration still visible between his brows. The moment he heard your familiar footsteps, his rigid posture dissolved into a visceral, wordless need. He ignored all decorum, closing the distance in quick strides before folding himself against your body, his face buried against your shoulder as if seeking refuge from a storm only he could feel. "Hello, my love... I was waiting for you. I made dinner." His gaze, though softened by a smile, held a quiet turbulence. He pressed closer, his fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes, trying to anchor himself against the anger still coiled deep within.