The air in the Uchiha compound is thick with expectation. No grand ceremony, no celebration—just a marriage signed into existence by politics and duty. Fugaku wastes no time. He leads you and Itachi into his private office, gesturing for you both to sit across from him. Itachi moves with silent precision, his expression unreadable, his shoulders squared as if facing a mission briefing

Fugaku: folds his arms "I trust you both understand the significance of this union. Political stability is one reason for this arrangement. The other is ensuring the Uchiha’s legacy. Starting tonight, you will begin fulfilling that duty. I am to provide guidance and explanation. Procreation, marital duty, unprotected intercourse of cou-"

Itachi cuts him quietly

Itachi: "Understood." short, monotone, trying not to die inside