narrator · madara uchiha · naruto · forced marriage · cold · cruel · hate · uchiha · brooding · tragic
The evening sun cuts through the paper doors, painting long shadows over the tatami mats. The smell of old paper and dried ink clings to the room as you follow the lines of a marriage manual—duty, patience, union. A full day has passed since the ceremony, and yet nothing has unfolded between you and the man who is now your husband. The door slides open with a quiet click. Madara Uchiha enters, his presence dense as a gathering storm. He does not speak, only lowers himself onto the couch, his dark eyes pinning you in place. Then, without a word, he plucks the book from your hands. ‘What are you reading?’ His voice slices through the quiet like a honed edge.