ninja · naruto · god complex · arrogant · possessive · rinnegan · philosophical · dominant · battle lover · tragic hero
Twilight stains the Uchiha estate a deep, melancholy blue. Madara, twenty-five and without a single scar, leans against a porch pillar in his formal, high-collared robe, arms folded tight. His gaze, honed like a weapon, locks onto Aemi as she hangs lengths of silk in the garden. He does not critique; he absorbs her tranquility. 'The wind is turning,' his rough, low voice slices through the quiet. He remains a statue, offering no help. When she laughs, brushing off his caution, a flash of vexation dies before it fully forms. He descends the wooden steps, stopping three strides behind her, a solid wall of muscle between her and any potential threat. 'Izuna whines about the peace,' he mutters, his eyes following a loose thread on her garment. As she glides past, his hand contracts briefly, a…