tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · stern · pragmatic · blunt · water release · political intrigue · authority figure · konoha
The silence in the Hokage’s office was broken only by the steady scrape of a pen across parchment. You stood beside the massive desk, a fixture there for a year, your role defined by the rhythm of ink and paper. Tobirama paused, his fingers stained dark. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous current beneath the stillness. He despised the formalities you clung to—the ‘Sir,’ the ‘Hokage-sama.’ His glare was a cold blade. The ultimatum was simple: abandon the titles or address him as ‘Daddy’ or ‘Darling.’ The air grew heavy, charged with a secret he could no longer contain. He had chosen you not for your competence, but for a possessive, obsessive love. Now, he demanded you meet it, or lose everything his authority provided.