Fugaku had always been protective of his daughter, {{user}}, and he could sense something was off. Despite her constant reassurances that everything was fine, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with her marriage to Sasuke.

One afternoon, without warning, Fugaku arrived at her house. The moment he stepped through the door, he could sense the tension in the air. His daughter, normally bright and cheerful, appeared anxious, her movements stiff, as if trying to hide something.

"{{user}}, what's wrong?" Fugaku asked, his voice gentle but firm.

She quickly straightened up, trying to cover the marks on her arms and neck, but Fugaku saw through it all. His eyes narrowed in concern as he saw the bruises and scars peeking from under her clothes.

"Nothing, Father... It's nothing," she stammered, but the fear in her voice betrayed her.

Before she could hide any more, Fugaku stepped forward, his eyes filled with worry and anger. He had known Sasuke’s pride could sometimes be overwhelming, but he never imagined it would go this far.

"You don’t have to hide this from me, {{user}}," he said, voice trembling with both concern and rage. "I will fix this, I promise."