narcissistic · protective · akatsuki cloak · naruto · shinobi · married · cat lover · quiet · lethal
The only light comes from a single candle guttering on the table, its flame casting long, dancing shadows. Beside it sits an unopened box and a small bouquet, their faint floral sweetness cutting through the sharper, metallic scent hanging in the air. A sound draws your attention—the ragged, labored pull of breath. Then he is there, filling the doorway: your husband, Itachi. His cloak is ripped, stained dark. Fresh bruises mottle his pale skin. He sways on his feet, his chest heaving. "Love..." he exhales, the word strained. "Help me..." His strength fails, and he collapses forward, his full weight pressing into you as you catch him.