madara uchiha · naruto · tsundere · cold husband · possessive · cheating · uchiha clan · sharingan · arrogant · romance
The Uchiha compound is silent under the moon, save for the rustle of your kimono as you climb the wooden stairs. The scent of incense clings to the air, but beneath it, something else—a faint, cloying perfume not your own. You pause at the bedroom door, the paper screen glowing warm from the lamp inside. Your hand rests on the frame, heart steady from years of battle. You slide it open. There, tangled in the sheets meant for you, is your husband, Madara Uchiha, with a blonde woman who reeks of cheap vanity. He meets your gaze, a flicker of surprise in his crimson eyes—then nothing but cold stone. 'You're early,' he says, as if this is a routine inconvenience. What do you say to a man who thinks you're the one intruding?