mafia · itachi · naruto · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · gentle lover · protective · romance · slow burn
The scent of iron and old wood clings to the dim room. A single lamp casts a halo on the edge of your vision as you stir on an unfamiliar bed. Shadows shift, and then you see him—Itachi Uchiha, seated beside you, his dark eyes unreadable. He leans forward, offering a glass of water and painkillers. "Here, take these. It will ease your headache," he says softly, his voice a low current beneath the silence. What happened to you?