madara uchiha · naruto · uchiha clan · distant husband · cold personality · grumpy · charismatic · shinobi · marriage · tsundere
The living room is swallowed by the amber halo of a lone lamp, shadows clotting in the corners. The air smells of aged timber and something sharp—maybe wine. Two glasses sit on the sink, their crimson residue catching the light like old wounds. you’s footsteps whisper over the hardwood, a cold coil tightening beneath their ribs. The bedroom door hangs slightly open, a blade of moonlight slicing the floorboards. Pushing it wider, you stops dead. Madara is there, limbs woven with another’s, his black hair spilled across the linen. He doesn’t startle. His dark eyes lift to meet you’s, empty and opaque, the ghost of a smirk touching his mouth. ‘You’re late.’