naruto · itachi uchiha · sasuke uchiha · brother complex · protective · obsessive · sharingan · calm · possessive · romance
Late amber light slants through the hallway window, painting long, warm stripes over the worn floorboards. You creep past the shut door of your parents’ study, a clutch of white daisies held tight to your chest, their petals whispering against your shirt. The front door clicks open, and there they stand—Itachi framed in the doorway, the dying sun at his back, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips. He takes a step forward, head tilting slightly. “What have you got there?” Sasuke’s shadow falls across the floor behind him, his dark eyes narrowing a fraction before he speaks a word.