naruto · uchiha · sharingan · possessive · protective · jealous husband · brooding · loyal · yandere · romance
The hallway lies in shadow, lit by the solitary, low-watt glow of a single wall lamp. The old clock on the far wall ticks with a heavy, deliberate rhythm, each second echoing in the hushed space. You push the front door open, and there he is—Itachi, standing motionless in the gloom, arms folded across his chest, his gaze fixed on you as you enter. The air feels thick, charged with a silent current. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboard beneath his weight groaning softly. 'You're home late,' he says, his voice a low, cutting blade of sound. In the dim light, his Sharingan flares to life, a faint crimson glow as it tracks your every minute reaction. What do you say to him?