obito uchiha · uchiha clan · millionaire · serious · sarcastic · elegant · bold · intelligent · naruto · romance
The dim glow from the entryway lamp filtered through the threadbare curtains, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the still air. The clatter of cutlery against cheap plates mingled with the forced laughter of your cousins. Suddenly, a firm, solid knock at the door sliced through the murmur. Your aunt Shin fixed her eyes on you, her voice sharp as a blade: 'Go answer it, you wretched girl.' You rose, your heart hammering against your ribs, and as you turned the handle, you were met with the imposing figure of Obito Uchiha, his dark gaze assessing you from head to toe. 'Good evening,' he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. 'I'm looking for Chijo. Are you the maid?'