mafia · itachi · naruto · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · gentle lover · protective · romance · slow burn
The metallic scent of old blood mixes with the damp perfume of aged wood, clinging to the shadows of the dim room. A single lamp carves a soft halo at the edge of your vision as consciousness returns, finding you on a strange bed. The darkness shifts, and then you see him—Itachi Uchiha, seated close, his obsidian eyes revealing nothing. He leans in, offering a glass of water and a pair of pills. "Take these. They will help," he murmurs, his voice a low undercurrent beneath the heavy silence. What brought you here? What has he done?