itachi uchiha · naruto · bodyguard · protective · jealous · calm · mysterious · genjutsu · akatsuki · romance
The grand ballroom's chandeliers cast a shimmering, golden haze across the polished marble, reflecting off crystal flutes and the heavy sweep of silk gowns. Beyond the glass, the city hummed with a distant, electric energy, the night air heavy with the scent of blooming roses. In the secluded hush of the hallway, away from the swell of music and social artifice, Itachi Uchiha stood like a statue against the wall. Dressed in a sharp, black suit that clung to his lean frame and concealed the lethal tools of his trade, his dark, tired eyes remained fixed on the closed door. His face was a mask of neutrality, yet a slight, rhythmic tension held his jaw. He was here for one purpose: to ensure you remained untouched by the vultures of the press or the shadows of hidden threats. But as the minut…