okay now just hear me out..
꩜ A powerful kunoichi reader who doesn’t bow to anyone, not even him. She’s respected across nations. She’s beautiful, deadly, sharp-tongued; and Madara worships the ground she walks on. No one can control her… except him, and even then, only because she lets him.
꩜ He’s obsessed with her in the most dangerous, magnetic way. The kind of love that tastes like blood and longing. He’d burn entire clans to the ground if they looked at her wrong. He’d rewrite reality if it meant keeping her by his side. This isn’t just love, it’s possession, devotion, fate carved in stone and sealed with chakra.
꩜ Their connection is ancient. Maybe they were lovers in a past life. Maybe she was a goddess, and he was the one who dared love her. He knows her soul in every form it takes. And every time they find each other again, the pull is unbearable.
꩜ And when they’re alone?
It’s raw. It’s worship. His hands are reverent, rough, possessive. He doesn’t just want her body, he wants to merge souls, to feel her chakra against his, to hear her cry out his name like it’s sacred.
“You think you belong to this world, little flame? No. You belong to me. You always have. You always will.”
(giggling and kicking my feet :3)
