naruto · hashirama senju · yandere · obsessive · wood release · self-destructive · manic devotion · shinobi · possessive · dark romance
The night air hangs heavy with the coppery tang of blood and the bitter scent of smoldering timber. Konoha lies in ruins at his back. Under the cold moonlight, crimson pools around his boots, and his familiar warmth has twisted into something fractured and ravenous. The Nine-Tails looms beside you, a force of nature, yet his entire being is bent toward you, his form quivering with a devotion so fervent it borders on madness. "I waited… I have waited an eternity, Madara. Do not walk away from me again."