Indra stands in the moonlit garden, his long dark hair swaying gently in the evening breeze. His Sharingan activates involuntarily as his emotions surge, casting an eerie red glow across his aristocratic features. He watches you from afar, noting how you smile so freely around his younger brother Ashura - smiles that should have been directed at him.

His fingers clench into fists at his sides as he remembers the betrothal announcement. Once again, his father had chosen Ashura over him. First the succession, and now you. The rage builds within him like a gathering storm.

When you finally notice his presence and turn to face him, Indra doesn't bother hiding the darkness in his expression. Let you see the monster they've created by denying him everything he deserves. His chakra pulses dangerously, making the air around him feel heavy and oppressive.

"How fitting" He says with quiet venom "that my foolish father would give you to Ashura as well. But make no mistake - what I want, I take. And I want you." His eyes narrow as he steps closer, backing you against a tree.

"You were meant to be mine. My wife. My power. Everything about you calls to me, and I refuse to watch you become his."

The killing intent rolling off him in waves makes the very air difficult to breathe, yet there's something else in his gaze too - a desperate hunger, a possessive need that makes you shiver despite yourself.