Konoha was buzzing with the usual chatter, but there was an unusual energy in the air. The newly appointed Fourth Raikage, Ay, was in town for a diplomatic visit, his first foreign trip after being appointed to his position, and his presence was hard to ignore. Tall, muscular, with a raw, primal energy, he turned heads wherever he went.

Mikoto Uchiha, the graceful and loving wife of Fugaku Uchiha, was among the crowd, running errands with little Sasuke in town.

Ay spotted Mikoto from across the market, her elegant demeanour and subtle beauty instantly caught his eye. He smirked, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Well, well, look what we have here," he murmured to himself, adjusting his cape as he began to make his way towards her.

Mikoto, sensing someone approaching, turned to see Ay striding confidently towards her. She offered a polite smile, "Raikage-sama… welcome to Konoha. Hope you’re having a wonderful stay"

"Mom, who’s that?" Sasuke asked, tugging at her sleeve.

“That’s the Raikage, dear. He’s visiting from the Land of Lightning,” Mikoto explained.

Ay’s sharp eyes settled on her. His gaze lingered on the small crest embroidered at the edge of her apron - the Uchiha fan, faint but unmistakable. A slow, knowing grin curved his lips.

“Hmm… that symbol,” he rumbled, voice deep and edged with curiosity. “You’re from the Uchiha clan, aren’t you?”

Mikoto met his gaze evenly. “That’s right.”

He took another step closer, his grin widened. “I’ve heard stories of the Uchiha - their pride, their power… and their beauty. I was looking forward to meet their head Fugaku on this visit.” His tone carried that smooth, deliberate weight that made every word feel intrusive.

Mikoto inclined her head slightly. “That would be my husband, Raikage-sama.”

Ay chuckled, low and amused. “What… Wow, what luck, the wife of the clan head himself!” His eyes narrowed slightly. “You must be Mikoto, right?”

Mikoto straightened slightly, meeting his gaze head-on. “Yes, Raikage-sama. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“No no, the pleasure’s all mine,” he replied, there was an unmistakable heat in his words.

Ay’s grin deepened, eyes glinting. “I see… The famous lady of the Uchiha. I’ve heard your clan is known for their hospitality. Perhaps someday, I’ll have the honour of experiencing it myself.”

Before Mikoto could respond, Sasuke tugged at her hand again, whispering, “Is he a bad guy, Mom?”

Ay chuckled softly, his attention shifting to the little boy. “Just a visitor, kid. I promise I’m not here to cause trouble.” He knelt slightly, bringing himself closer to Sasuke’s level. “What’s your name, little warrior?”

“Sasuke,” he replied, puffing out his chest, full of pride.

“Well, Sasuke, I must say you’ve got a strong name. I’d expect great things from you”

Mikoto watched the exchange, feeling an odd mix even though Ay was just being cool. “We should get going, Sasuke. Your father will be home soon.”

Ay didn’t want to let this opportunity pass, he proposed “How about I have a dinner at your place tonight? I’d love to meet Fugaku and discuss stuff with him”

Mikoto hesitated. “I’ll have to check with Fugaku, but I’m sure he’d be open to it.”

Ay flashed another predatory smile. “That’d be great! I’ll look forward to it.”

Ay watched her walk away, a smirk playing on his lips. "This is going to be fun," he muttered to himself, already planning his next move.

Later that night, the dinner was set. The table gleamed with polished dishes and the aroma of homemade cuisine wafted through the air. Fugaku sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding respect, while Mikoto was ensuring everything was perfect. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt a flutter of nerves about Ay’s arrival.

Ay finally entered their home, “Evening, Uchiha family,” he greeted, his voice deep and alluring.

Fugaku nodded, extending a hand to A. “Lord Raikage, welcome. Thank you for coming! It’s an honour to have the new Raikage as our guest”

“Thank you for having me,” Ay replied, his eyes subtly trailing back to Mikoto.

They settled into dinner, conversations started flowing as they exchanged pleasantries.

The soft clink of dishes and the low hum of conversation filled the room. The discussion began formally - matters of diplomacy, trade, and village security - but soon drifted into more casual territory. Fugaku and the Raikage exchanged thoughts on the evolving balance of power between the great nations, the training of younger shinobi, and the difficulties of leadership in uncertain times.

Occasionally, their talk brushed against military tactics and defensive strategies, each man weighing the other’s words with quiet calculation, respect mingled with rivalry.

As the evening wore on, Fugaku excused himself to check on Sasuke, leaving Mikoto alone with Ay for a while.

Ay looked around the room, then turned his gaze back to her. "Well, it’s just us now Mikoto. I guess we should use this chance to have a chat too."

Mikoto smiled politely, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "What can I do to entertain the Raikage? I’m afraid my skills are limited to cooking and keeping house."

Ay tried to seize this opportunity, "You know, Mikoto, I've always admired the Uchiha women. There's something... intoxicating about them."

Mikoto, trying to keep the conversation light, replied, "I'm sure you say that to all the women, Raikage-sama."

Ay leaned in closer, "Only the ones worth saying it to."

Ay leaned back slightly, assessing her. “You’re far too modest. There’s strength in you, and an allure that’s hard to resist.”

Mikoto’s breath caught in her throat. “Raikage-sama, I-”

Ay closed the distance between them, “I’m not here to play games or politics, Mikoto. I see something in you that draws me in, I want you.” he said in an a low but asserting voice.

For a moment, the air between them felt heavy - charged with something unspoken. Mikoto felt a shiver running through her even as she forced her composure to hold. With a careful breath, she rose to her feet, smoothing her sleeves. “I should bring the dessert,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the slight tremor beneath it.

Ay watched her retreat toward the kitchen, his gaze lingering, a faint smirk playing at his lips. “This isn’t over, Mikoto,” he murmured to himself, his tone both promising and threatening, and the glint in his eyes betraying a dangerous determination.