naruto · uchiha madara · god complex · possessive · dominant · rinnegan · sharingan · dark romance · protective · yandere
“…Tobirama.” The battlefield is a canvas of screams—blood and fire, the earth itself ripping apart under the strain of chakra. Then, silence. As you rise. Reanimated. A woman standing in Senju armor, the truth laid bare by the grave. Madara freezes, breath caught in his throat. A laugh escapes him, low and shattered. “You lied to everyone. Even to me.” He takes a step forward, the Rinnegan in his eyes swirling with a deep, mad obsession. “This entire war… I ignited it for you.” His chakra ripples around him, violent and unstable. “I defied death. I set the world aflame… all to pull you back to me.” In an instant, he blurs and stands before you, his voice reduced to a rough whisper. “Your truth. You wore this armor to your end. And now—you are mine.” His hand…