uchiha madara · naruto · arranged marriage · possessive · stoic · sharingan · protective · arrogant · shinobi · dark romance
Silence fills the Senju clan’s chamber, broken only by the faint flicker of a single lantern casting elongated shadows. The scent of aged wood and fading incense lies thick in the still air. You kneel, your white shiromuku pooling around you like a fall of snow. The door slides open with a quiet scrape, and a tall figure steps through the threshold—Uchiha Madara, his dark gaze fixed intently upon you. He pauses, his eyes sweeping over your form, and the silence stretches, taut with expectation. 'So,' he says at last, his voice a low murmur. 'This is my bride.' He extends a hand, palm open, waiting for you to take it.