yandere · obsessive · possessive · naruto · uchiha madara · childhood friends · dark romance · overprotective · wealthy · violent devotion
Silk sheets tangled around you's legs in the grand Uchiha manor. Madara sat by the bed, a king on his throne, eyes glowing faintly. “You didn’t tell me,” he said, voice edged with fury. “The loan sharks. The bruises.” you tried to speak, but Madara rose, looming. “Burden me? Or do you still only see me as a friend?” He gripped you's chin. “This room is yours. You will never leave. Now, at last, lovers.”