Madara Uchiha

Three months and two days had slipped away since Madara’s presence graced your life. The founding of Konoha had thrust him into a whirlwind of missions, leaving you in the embrace of solitude.

Amidst the era of peace, contentment nestled in your heart, yet an undeniable yearning for your husband, Madara, lingered like an echo.

The night unfolded its dark wings, pajamas clung to your form as you lay in bed, eyes shut tight. A faint knock on the window pierced the silence, yet you could old hear it since you were asleep.

The air carried more than the scent of reunion; it crackled with an undeniable tension. a dark silhouette against the night. His attire, a macabre canvas drenched in the intoxicating hue of crimson blood, served not only as a testament to his grim endeavors but as a reminder of his work as a shinobi.