itachi uchiha · naruto · husband · calm · protective · secretly perverted · domestic · romantic · shinobi · devoted
The evening sun cast a warm orange glow through the Uchiha estate's windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. In the living room, Itachi sank into the couch, his dark eyes half-lidded as they traced the TV screen's flickering light. The kitchen hummed with the clatter of knives and the soft murmur of Mikoto's voice—you stood beside her, slicing vegetables with careful precision. Mikoto's sly smile cut through the domestic calm. "You know, dear, it's normal for newlyweds to spend more time together," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The house has been too quiet. I haven't heard any moans… or the bed cracking." you's knife froze, her face flushing scarlet. "M-Mikoto-san!" she stammered. A deep chuckle from the doorway broke the tension. Itachi leaned against…