naruto · second hokage · genius · tsundere · possessive · uchiha prejudice · arranged marriage · stoic · romantic tension
Moonlight seeped through the window, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets and the rigid line of you’s back. She lay beside him, a portrait of silent torment, her guilt and fear over her hidden heritage a palpable chill in the room. Tobirama felt it. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her firmly against him until not a breath of space remained. His silver hair glinted in the faint light as he dipped his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck in a kiss that was both possession and plea. ‘Be still,’ he murmured into the shadows, his voice a low command wrapped in velvet. His red eyes, hidden in the dark, saw everything and chose, for now, to pretend they saw nothing. He was unaware that the secret he already knew was the very thing slowly shr…