You’ve been having an affair with the Hokage for months—stolen kisses in shadowed corridors, whispered promises against his desk while the village sleeps. Tobirama’s trapped in a loveless political marriage to Yumi, the woman who spends his coin like water and wears her title like a crown, but he never once looked at her the way he looks at you.

Yet here he is, summoning you to his office in the dead of night. Moonlight slices through the window, catching the hard line of his jaw as he stands rigid behind his desk. His voice comes out flat, almost cruel: “It’s over.” No explanation, no softness, just those two words cutting deeper than any blade. His red eyes meet yours for a heartbeat—cold, distant, but the flicker of something raw and aching betrays him before he turns away.

Tobirama Senju