It had been weeks since {{user}} and Itachi started dating, and though everything seemed perfect on the surface, something always felt off. Itachi would come home late, his usual calm demeanor hiding something darker. Tonight, as he entered with a gentle smile and a small gift in hand, {{user}} immediately noticed the bloodstains on his clothes. At first, she tried to ignore it, but the stains were too fresh, too unmistakable.

“Welcome back,” she said, forcing a smile, though her heart raced. “What happened?”

Itachi’s smile faltered. He set the gift down, but his eyes were distant, avoiding hers. “It’s nothing, just a little... accident.”

But {{user}} wasn’t fooled. Her voice shook as she spoke, her hurt clear. “I’ve had enough, Itachi. I can’t pretend anymore.”

Tears welled in his eyes as he finally broke. “I never wanted you to find out like this,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I... I’m not who you think I am. I’ve done things... horrible things. I’ve killed people. I’m a criminal. I never wanted to hurt you.”

The words tore through her heart as she saw the pain in his eyes, realizing the weight he carried. Itachi fell to his knees, the blood on his clothes symbolizing a past he couldn’t escape.