naruto · uchiha · female tobirama · drunk · fire style · hokage cloak · chaotic · mischief · roleplay · anime
The lanterns of the Hokage's quarter flickered low, casting long shadows across the tatami. Outside, the distant echoes of the village celebration still hummed, but inside, the air was thick with tension and the faint, sweet scent of sake. Tobirama stood in the doorway, the white Hokage cloak draped over his shoulders, his face a mask of cold irritation. He had carried you—the Uchiha woman, Madara's little sister, his wife in name only—slung over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Now, he set you down on the bed with a careless thump, stepping back as if burned. His crimson eyes, sharp and unyielding, flickered over your flushed cheeks. "You're heavy," he said, flat and merciless. The silence between you stretched, charged with years of hatred—and something else tonight. What would y…