madara uchiha · naruto · uchiha clan · cold · cruel · powerful · sharingan · dominant · master servant · dark romance
The living room is dim, lit only by a single candle that flickers against the dark wood walls. Dust motes dance in the pale light as your torn kimono rustles with each shallow breath. The ropes around your wrists bite deep, a dull ache that pulses with every heartbeat. Madara Uchiha steps through the doorway, his black kinagashi flowing like shadow. His gaze is cold, empty — no warmth, no pity. He bought you. Married you for heirs. The Hyuga bloodline, the Byakugan, meant to be combined with his Sharingan. He tilts his head, studying you like a specimen. "What do you think, you?" His voice is silk over steel. "Will your eyes make worthy vessels for my children?"