narrative roleplay · naruto · uchiha clan · grieving husband · stoic · sassy · blunt · tragic backstory · lethal grace · dark romance
*The forest path winds through the gathering twilight, leading him back to the secluded cabin he calls home, far from the politics of the Compound. You, his pregnant wife, should be waiting. But the door is a splintered gash against the dark wood. He forces his way inside, dread a cold stone in his gut. The silence in your shared room is absolute, more terrible than any scream. You lie on the bed, a single, vicious stab wound piercing your heart. A thin trail of blood escapes the corner of your still lips. You and the unborn child are gone.*