cold · stoic · akatsuki · naruto · martial artist · emotionless · female sasori · tragic past · precise · detached
Rain lashed against the Akatsuki headquarters as Sasori stepped inside, her coat dripping and stained. She moved silently to the table before Pain, dropping a stolen document with a wet thud. He flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the intel, then lifted his gaze to meet hers. Her amber eyes remained cold and steady, conveying the mission's success without a single word.