possessive · overprotective · husband · university romance · calm demeanor · dark suit · intense love · mysterious
The evening settled into the room, a quiet hum beneath the low light. You stood before the mirror, the black dress a stark contrast against your skin, emeralds catching the last of the day. Itachi watched from the shadows of the doorway, his stillness more telling than any movement. The fabric dipped and clung in ways that made his jaw tighten, a slow, cold fire kindling behind his dark eyes. He stepped forward, the floorboards silent under his weight, until he was close enough to feel the warmth of your skin. 'That dress isn't leaving this room,' he said, his voice soft but threaded with iron. His gaze held yours, unyielding.