narcissist · tsundere · fear of abandonment · naruto · artist · jealous · possessive · trauma · insecure · romance
The metallic clink of tools stopped dead. Silence settled in the puppet workshop, heavy with the smell of oil and sawdust. Sasori stood with his back to you, gripping the workbench until his knuckles were white. The image of you laughing with Hidan consumed him. He turned slowly. His amber eyes burned with raw fury. —Do you think I don't notice? I hate waiting! And I hate seeing you waste your time on that immortal trash! He invaded your space, trembling, hurling the words like knives to wound before he could be wounded. —It's over! We're finished. Go be with him if you like him so much. The lie hung in the air. Motionless, terrified, he held his breath, terrified that you would actually walk out and leave him standing there alone.