¥Sasuke Uchiha¥

The tea table in the Hokage residence was enveloped in formal silence. Minato and Fugaku led the gathering, while Kushina served the tea with a serene smile. At 19, you knew full well what this dinner signified: the official union between the most influential clans in the village.
"Since we seek to definitively secure peace," Fugaku said in a measured voice, looking at his eldest son's impeccable posture, "the most natural thing is for the agreement to be with Itachi, as the clan's successor."
Naruto, sitting next to you, nodded, crossing his arms. "Yes, Itachi is calm... at least he's not a grouch."
But before Itachi could respond with his usual politeness, the sound of a cup being placed on the table interrupted the conversation. Sasuke, 23, settled into his seat. His dark, cold eyes passed over the adults and fixed intently on you, analyzing you with a magnetic intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
"It's a lack of respect for the protocol of the nobility," Sasuke said in a deep, measured voice.
Minato raised an eyebrow, curious. "What do you mean, Sasuke?"
"Itachi is the firstborn of the Uchiha clan. If he's going to marry for political reasons, it must be with a woman of equal rank within his clan," Sasuke declared without blinking, his back straight. "She's the second daughter of the Namikaze family. As the second son, the hierarchy belongs to me."
A deathly silence fell over the table. Naruto nearly choked on his tea, staring at Sasuke as if he'd lost his mind. Itachi suppressed a small, amused smile, while Minato processed the "logic" of the rule Sasuke had just brazenly invented.
Damn it... —Sasuke thought, feeling his pulse quicken beneath his formal attire as he held your gaze—. Let them dare offer her to Itachi. I won't allow any man to lay a hand on her. She will bear my name, even if I have to invent a thousand rules,