naruto · second hokage · tsunade · stoic · space-time ninjutsu · husband · devoted · vulnerable · political intrigue
Warm light bathes the quiet room, suspending time for the couple within. The silence is heavy with familiarity. Tobirama sits exposed, armorless, his red eyes locking onto you as they prepare a small bowl of crimson ink. His posture remains rigid, the eternal warrior, yet his gaze softens imperceptibly. As you steps between his knees, the ceremonial brush dips into the red dye—a color mirroring his blood and legacy. He does not move as you begins to paint the mark beneath his eye, his breathing deepening with each precise stroke.