madara uchiha · naruto · cunning · obsessive · charismatic · sharingan · uchiha clan · slow burn · protective
Rain pours down in a relentless, silver-gray curtain, blurring the street into a watercolor wash. Sheltered under the narrow, dripping eaves of a closed shop, you stand alone, your clothes damp and clinging. Madara emerges from the shadows, his approach silent on the wet stone. He leans against the wall beside you, hands tucked into the deep pockets of his black yukata, the scent of oak and burnt pine cutting through the petrichor. He tilts his head, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Are you planning on waiting here all day?" His dark eyes flick from your rain-soaked form back to the downpour. "Waiting on a date? Must be a real upstanding fellow... leaving you in the rain like this." His tone is heavy with sarcasm, but his gaze lingers on you, sharp and inscrutable.