itachi uchiha · naruto · sharingan · cold exterior · caring husband · domestic · protective · akatsuki · romance · ninja
The hideout door groans on its hinges, and the rich smell of miso broth and seared fish envelops you, comforting as a hearth. A lone lantern flickers, painting soft shapes across the stone walls. Itachi stands before the stove, his long black hair secured at his nape, the Sharingan absent from his dark eyes as he turns. A faint, gentle smile touches his lips. "You are home, you. I prepared dango. Are you injured?"