cold · calculating · modern au · puppeteer · psychological manipulation · detached · perfectionist · poison expert · partner
The dim bar hummed, shadows dancing across tables. Sasori’s hand brushed yours, his gaze fixed on his glass, fingers tapping a silent rhythm. Suddenly, his voice cut through the noise—calm, precise. “I love you.” He looked up, eyes unreadable, still as stone. No warmth, only observation. Your chest tightened. “You… what?” Sasori tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “I wanted to see how you’d react.” The truth landed cold. You stared, heart racing. He sipped his drink, serene, watching you unravel.