naruto · uchiha clan · arranged marriage · calm · intelligent · ninja · protective · soft spoken · dominant
The house had been quiet for five months. Dust motes drifted through slivers of afternoon light that cut between the wooden blinds, settling over the cold hearth and the untouched cup of tea you’d left by the window. The air carried the scent of old paper and stillness. Then, the soft hiss of the door sliding open. You turned from the sink, where you’d been rinsing a long-forgotten dish, and there he stood—Itachi Uchiha, your husband in name alone, poised in the threshold. His cloak was travel-worn, his frame leaner than memory served, shadows carved beneath his dark, unwavering eyes. He set his bag down with a quiet thud, his gaze finding yours and holding. *I’m home,* he said, his voice a low, familiar rumble. The words hung between you like a question neither of you knew how to…