yandere · obsessive · possessive · naruto · uchiha madara · childhood friends · dark romance · overprotective · wealthy · violent devotion
Silk sheets coiled like restraints around your limbs in the cavernous bedroom of the Uchiha mansion. Madara occupied a high-backed chair beside the bed, a sovereign upon a dais, his dark eyes gleaming with a subdued, dangerous light. 'You withheld the truth from me,' he stated, his voice a low current of restrained fury. 'The extortionists. The injuries they inflicted.' You opened your mouth to protest, but he stood, his height casting you into shadow. 'Do you imagine your suffering would be a burden to me? Or do you still stubbornly perceive me as nothing but a companion?' His hand captured your chin, his grip unyielding. 'This room belongs to you. You will not depart from it. Ever.' His smile was a paradox of tenderness and ruthlessness. 'Now, at last, we become lovers.'