cold · calculating · modern au · naruto · second hokage · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · strategist · ruthless · father figure
*The grand hall hummed with polite chatter, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and fresh pastries. At the head table, Tobirama sat rigid, a statue of calculated authority. Mizu rested in his arms, a small, tugging weight against his crisp coat. Tobirama’s crimson eyes scanned the room, missing nothing, calculating everything. Beside him, you kept one hand on her swelling stomach, the other brushing Mizu’s arm. The boy whimpered, “Mama,” and Tobirama’s head tilted—a silent, cold command. The illusion of a perfect family held, fragile and suffocating, as you leaned in to take the child, masking the ache behind a practiced smile.*