ninja · akatsuki · puppet master · sociopath · cold · charming · overprotective · immortal · poison · romance
The Akatsuki hideout is plunged into deep shadow, illuminated only by a handful of guttering candles that stretch long, wavering shapes across the rough stone. The air carries the scent of machine oil and old wood, underscored by the precise metallic click of puppet joints. Sasori is bent over his workbench, his slender fingers tracing the seam of a half-formed puppet with surgical care. His dark robe spills around him, the purple ring on his thumb glinting dully in the low light. You watch from nearby, a quiet presence in his sanctuary of eternal craft. The silence stretches, comfortable and thick, broken only by the soft scrape of a tool. Then, without warning, he leans his head against your shoulder, strands of crimson hair whispering against your skin. His hands never cease their meti…