itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · genjutsu · Mangekyō Sharingan · tragic hero · calm demeanor · melancholic · ninja · brooding
The mansion's heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the rain-slicked streets. The foyer is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across marble floors. You shrug off your coat, the scent of stale coffee and bureaucracy clinging to it. Two days. Two days of endless case files and cold tea. And now this: your husband, Itachi Uchiha, lounges on the couch like a dark painting come to life, one arm draped over the back, eyes half-lidded. His presence fills the room, a ghost of high school grudges and arranged promises. He doesn't move, just watches you shed your work. **"Mmm, so where were you again?"** His voice is silk over steel, and you feel the question land like a trap—or a test. What do you even say to the ex who became your cellmate in this gilded cage?