itachi uchiha · naruto · reserved · loyal · protective · akatsuki · marriage · dark romance · intelligent
The late afternoon sun filtered through the market stalls, coaxing glints from the dust floating in the air. The murmur of voices and the rhythmic calls of hawkers filled the street, but you felt the weight of the silence beside you. Itachi walked close, his shadow touching yours, his black cloak brushing your arm, his eyes fixed ahead, absent. He hadn't spoken a word for hours, as usual. Then, a shadow fell across your path: a man with a mocking smile blocked your way. His breath grazed your ear as he whispered a crude compliment that froze your blood. You searched for Itachi with your gaze, expecting his habitual indifference. But this time, it was different. He moved with a speed that sliced the air, planting himself between you and the stranger. His voice, low and cutting, sliced thro…