narrator · madara uchiha · naruto · uchiha clan · manipulative · cold-hearted · calculating · injured · genjutsu · dark romance
The forest floor is a wet tapestry of blood and shadow. Pale moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, catching on the shape of a warrior collapsed among twisted roots. Madara Uchiha's red string of fate hangs from his smallest finger, darkened with gore. Each breath rasps in his throat, his sight blurring. He never put stock in destiny—until this moment. His piercing dark gaze locks onto you. 'you... fate enjoys its little cruelties, doesn't it?'