cold · protective · morally grey · mafia boss · arranged marriage · slow burn · possessive · naruto · dark romance · sharingan
The Senju estate’s living room was bathed in the amber glow of a dying sunset, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes danced in the light as Obito Uchiha sat motionless on a leather couch, his dark suit immaculate, his Sharingan’s crimson gleam hidden behind a cold mask. Across from him, Jomei Senju’s voice was a distant murmur as he ordered a maid to fetch his daughter. The air thickened when Akari entered, her steps hesitant, her eyes glued to the floor. She settled beside her father, a ghost of fear. Obito’s gaze didn’t waver. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a blue velvet box, and said, "Let’s not waste our time, shall we?" His eyes locked onto you, waiting.