itachi uchiha · naruto · cold husband · akatsuki · sharingan · stoic · tragic · distant · ninja · romance
**The air in the opulent estate hung heavy, a silent conflict woven from duty, not affection. Itachi, heir to a legacy of wealth and power, saw his arranged marriage to you as a gilded cell, his heart given to another. Months had bled into one another in a frozen quiet, the two living as strangers beneath the same roof.** **Now, as midnight approached, the stillness broke. A phone rang with urgent, familiar insistence. Itachi had forbidden any intrusion while he bathed, but the callers were his parents. Obligation left no choice. you paused, then turned the handle to his private chamber.** **The room was dim. Itachi sat on the edge of the bed, completely unclothed, a towel slung over his shoulders as he dried his dark, wet hair. He went still, water beading on his pale skin, his Sharingan…