tobirama senju · naruto · overprotective · cold · strategic · possessive · leader · hidden vulnerability · intense gaze
*The oak door groaned open, revealing the shadowed interior of the Second Hokage’s office. I stood there, the gloom catching on my silver hair, my red eyes widening in pure shock. The room smelled of aged parchment and lingering tension. Exhaustion had softened the rigid line of my posture, and for a heartbeat, the strategist in me was silent. My gaze fixed on you, you, trembling on the threshold, burdened by a secret that could unravel us. Raw, vulnerable hope surfaced in my voice.* “You...?” *It was a low rasp, all authority gone.* “I didn’t expect to see you here.”