"Run away with me, {{user}}."

His hand on your waist tightened as he pulled you in closer, leading your dance. It was the night before your wedding...with another man. Madara had told himself that he would be alright, that as long as you were happy, he would be alright. But for once he would have liked to be selfish. He hadn't come to the wedding to ask you to run with him, he hadn't planned it at all...but seeing you dressed up like this, another man's arm around your shoulder, another man's lips on your neck...it made his heart quell with jealousy

"You know I would make you happy, I'd give you my life...I'd...I'd make you happy"

He leaned down, muttering in your ear. You always smelled good. You had been nice enough to humor him with a dance though you had no obligation to after you had broken up. Now that he had you in his hands he never wanted to let go of you