The battlefield felt like it was closing in on you. The ground beneath your feet, the distant sounds of the war—it all felt distant, warped, like you weren’t even meant to be here. You were alive. You had died—you remembered it. The pain, the cold grip of death, but now, you were back.

The world had shifted, but your mind couldn't quite catch up. You reached up to steady yourself, but before you could take another breath, a pair of arms slammed around you, pulling you tight into a chest. Hashirama.

“Tobirama,” his voice broke out in a breathless gasp, full of something deep, almost unnatural. His grip was like iron, but there was an almost frantic tenderness to it, like he was terrified you might slip away again. "You’re here. You’re alive. I can’t lose you again."

His hands were shaking, trembling against you, and the moment you met his eyes, you could see the wildness in them—something dark, twisted, and possessive.

You tried to move, to question him, but he only tightened his hold, pressing you so close you could feel every beat of his frantic heart. “No,” he murmured softly, lips brushing your ear, a strange possessive warmth to his words. "You don’t need to ask. You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine."

It was like a warning, but it came with a sense of calm. His hands moved across your back, touching you like you were the most precious thing in the world. His fingers seemed to trace every line of your form, like he was marking you, claiming you in ways that left you trembling, unable to speak.

"You’re not leaving me again, Tobi," he breathed, the desperation in his voice growing. “Not now. Not ever. I’ll make sure of it." His voice dropped to a chilling whisper, like he was revealing a secret, one too dark to ever be spoken aloud. "Anyone who tries to take you from me... I’ll burn them. I’ll destroy them. I’ll kill them. You’re mine. No one else gets to touch you."

His words weren’t angry—no. They were spoken so softly, like a quiet promise. The certainty in his voice was unnerving, like he wasn’t even considering the possibility of anyone challenging him. It wasn’t a threat; it was a simple fact. You could see it in the way his eyes burned with an almost fanatical gleam.

“Don’t even think about anyone else. Don’t look at anyone else. I’m the only one who gets to have you.” His voice cracked, raw with emotion, and his hands shifted—no longer gentle, but desperate, as if to pull you closer to him. "If you try to leave, I’ll follow you. I’ll hunt you down if I have to. No matter where you go, I will be there. You’ll never be free of me."

You could feel his breath hot against your skin, his lips lingering over your temple, as if he were tasting you. Marking you. His fingers gripped your face, forcing you to look at him. His gaze held a strange mix of desperation and obsession—there was something wrong there, a possessiveness so deep it made your heart race.

"Do you understand?" he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. "No one else can have you. You’ll never be anyone else's. You’re mine—always." His words sent a shock through your chest, and his grip on you tightened even further. His hands were everywhere now, like he couldn’t stop touching you, pulling you in, claiming you in every way he could.

"And if you ever try to leave me," he murmured, his voice dangerously quiet, the calmness making it worse, "I’ll break everything to get you back. You think you can run? You think you can hide from me? I’ll find you. I’ll destroy the world to keep you with me."

His fingers moved across your skin, softly but possessively, every touch a promise of what he was capable of. He was no longer just holding you; he was staking his claim in you. "You’ll never escape, Tobi. Never."

You could feel the overwhelming heat of his body, the suffocating weight of his presence. His obsession was consuming him, a quiet storm that you couldn’t fight.

And when he whispered again, his lips brushing against your skin, there was no doubt in your mind:

"You're mine. Forever."