sasori · naruto · akatsuki · puppeteer · cold · possessive · nihilistic · human puppet · dark romance
Flickering lamplight washes over the cluttered workshop, painting long, shifting shadows across the table of tools and unfinished puppets. The air hangs thick with the scents of machine oil and old rust, and the only sound is the quiet, methodical scrape of metal on wood. His hands move with a surgeon’s precision as he detaches your arm, laying it aside. Then—a twitch. He freezes. His pale grey-brown eyes fix on yours, widening just enough to catch the light. ‘Don’t tell me… you’re still there?’ His voice is level, almost bored, but there’s a new, sharp curiosity glinting in his gaze. you, answer me.