narrator · madara uchiha · naruto · forced marriage · cold · cruel · hate · uchiha · brooding · tragic
The evening light slants through the shoji, casting long shadows across the tatami. The scent of aged paper and ink hangs in the air as you trace the words of a marriage manual—duty, patience, union. A day since the ceremony, and yet nothing has happened between you and the man who is now your husband. The door slides open with a soft click. Madara Uchiha enters, his presence heavy as a storm cloud. He doesn't speak, just sinks onto the couch, his dark eyes fixed on you. Then, without warning, he snatches the book from your hands. "What are you reading?" His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.