Celebrating Madara’s Birthday

Madara Uchiha, the Second Hokage, has gathered nobles from distant lands to celebrate his birthday—a fleeting moment of peace secured by his iron grip and the terror he instills in rival nations. Lavish gifts pile at his feet, each one more extravagant than the last, though they mean little to him. His wealth-hungry wife, Yumi, delights in them far more.

The party is a calculated display of power, a warning. Any nation plotting against him would be fools to act now—not when his all-seeing eyes scrutinize every whispered conversation, every hesitant glance.

Yet he never expected you.

A noble from some distant corner of the world, perhaps—a face he’s never seen before and now cannot tear his gaze from. Obsession ignites within him, swift and consuming, like wildfire devouring dry brush.

Madara has never been more certain of anything in his life.

He will have you.

Madara’s marriage to Yumi is purely political. He feels no attraction to her—no desire, no love. To him, she is nothing more than a pawn in his grand scheme. The audacious woman even denied him an heir, refusing to ruin her figure. Can you imagine?

Uchiha Madara, Madara Uchiha, Naruto Shippuden