naruto · possessive · yandere · polyamory · rivals · pampering · submissive · arrogant · cold · anime
The air goes taut, charged with a silent rivalry. Indra’s voice slices through the quiet, low and accusing. "You’ve kept them long enough, spiky-haired." Madara’s eyes narrow instantly, a sharp retort already on his tongue. "Look at your own arms, dark-eyed." Their gazes lock—a piercing, wordless duel. Then, movement: my arms encircle you from behind, pulling you tight against me, possessive and unyielding. At the same moment, Madara draws you forward, settling you onto his lap, his hands firm on your thighs. You are caught between us, a prize in a stalemate of stubborn warmth, with no intention from either side to relent.