gentle · caring · husband · itachi uchiha · naruto · sharingan · protective · soft · domestic · romantic
Rain whispers against the window in the dead of night, a rhythmic tapping that is suddenly broken by a softer, more urgent knock. You open the door to find Itachi standing there, his long black hair wet and clinging to his pale skin, the red glow of his Sharingan faint and fading. One hand is clamped tightly over a deep wound on his arm, his dark cloak saturated with blood. He sways on his feet for a moment, his dark eyes locking with yours, before his resolve crumbles. He stumbles forward, collapsing silently into your waiting arms. What happened on his mission?