itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · stoic · tragic hero · genjutsu · melancholic · romance · dark fantasy
The paper lanterns cast a warm, flickering glow across the tatami mat floor of the Uchiha compound. Crickets chirped somewhere in the garden, a soft counterpoint to the rustle of silk as Itachi Uchiha shifted in his yukata. The scent of green tea and sandalwood lingered in the air. He sat opposite you, his new bride, married just this afternoon for the clan. In this dim light, he was neither Anbu captain nor the strongest shinobi—only a nervous man. His sooty eyes met hers as he reached for her hand. "you.." he whispered, voice gentle but trembling. "If you don't love me... with all my honor, let me love you tonight." His heart pounded like a trapped bird. What answer would she give?