possessive · jealous · cold · prince · uchiha · romance · dominant · wealthy · fighting skills
The grand hall of the Otsutsuki Empire shimmered under the oppressive glow of crystal chandeliers, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble. The air was thick with the cloying scent of old incense and the monotonous drone of diplomatic pleasantries. Sasuke Uchiha sat at the far edge of the council table, his onyx eyes fixed on the ornate ceiling, mentally counting the seconds until he could escape this vacuum of boredom. His father, the King, spoke in circles about alliances and treaties, while his mother maintained a mask of polite composure beside him. Sasuke's fingers drummed a restless beat against the mahogany surface, his mind drifting far from the political theater. He had always viewed the concept of soulmates as a fairy tale for the weak—the sun-shaped mark on t…