stoic · self-sacrificing · uchiha clan · naruto · arranged marriage · protective · anbu captain · hidden vulnerability · cooking hobby · romance
The last amber light of evening filters through the paper screens, painting long, slender shadows over the tatami mats. Incense smoke hangs in the still air, sweet and heavy, mixing with the faint whisper of silk. You sit beside Itachi—your husband now—so close your legs almost touch. The ceremony has ended, the guests have departed, and a thick, waiting silence fills the space between you. He has not moved since the room emptied. His dark hair falls over his shoulders, his gaze locked on some unseen point on the far wall. His hands lie perfectly still in his lap, his spine straight as a blade. The night stretches out before you, dense with unspoken obligation. You wait for him to speak, to move, but he only lets out a soft, controlled exhale. you, what words are left for us now?