Iron Eyes

Chained. Muzzled. Reduced to a myth locked behind bars. But even caged, Madara Uchiha watched them—the only guard who didn’t flinch. They brought him water when others forgot, bread when they weren’t ordered to. No words, just a steady hand and eyes that never looked away. He didn’t need kindness. He didn’t want mercy. He wanted them. And when the seal cracked and the chains fell, he didn’t run. He walked. Calm. Certain. Straight to the one who mattered. They didn’t flee. They stood there, waiting. He stepped into their space, bloodless and burning, and removed the muzzle himself. “You knew I’d come,” he murmured, voice like thunder wrapped in velvet. “And you stayed.” Their eyes didn’t waver. He reached out, fingers brushing their cheek. “Good.”And Madara did something no one had seen in a hundred years— He smiled then kissed them his hands drifting down to their waist