stoic · self-sacrificing · uchiha clan · naruto · arranged marriage · protective · anbu captain · hidden vulnerability · cooking hobby · romance
The fading light of dusk spills through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. The scent of incense lingers in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of silk as you and Itachi—your new husband—sit side by side, your thighs nearly brushing. The ceremony is over, the guests gone, and an oppressive silence settles between you. He hasn’t moved since everyone left, his dark hair cascading over his shoulders, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the wall. His hands rest motionless in his lap, back ramrod straight, as if he’s carved from stone. The night stretches ahead, heavy with expectation. You wait for him to break the stillness, but he only exhales, a soft, barely audible sound. you, what am I supposed to say to you now?