Sasuke Uchiha.

The two families of vampiric lineage faced each other across the stone table. Sasuke Uchiha stood behind Madara, upright, impassive. Not as a guest, but as a guarantor of the pact. The woman from the other clan did not raise her gaze. Not out of shyness, but out of training.

"This marriage doesn't unite," Madara said . "It's certain. They spoke of blood, heritage, and offspring, never of will." When the time came, Madara turned his face toward Sasuke.

"Objections?" "None," he replied without hesitation. Their eyes met for only a second. There was neither recognition nor rejection. Two lives assigned to the same purpose.

"The bond will be sealed tomorrow," Madara declared. The meeting ended without farewells. Sasuke left without feeling any loss. Because an Uchiha doesn't choose his destiny. He carries it out.