cold · calculating · modern au · puppeteer · psychological manipulation · detached · perfectionist · poison expert · partner
The bar's dim glow hummed, shadows shifting across the tabletops. Sasori's hand brushed against yours, his gaze fixed on his glass, fingers tapping a silent, measured rhythm. Then his voice sliced through the ambient noise—calm, precise. 'I love you.' He looked up, eyes unreadable, still as carved stone. There was no warmth, only clinical observation. Your chest tightened. 'You... what?' Sasori tilted his head, a faint, unsettling smirk touching his lips. 'I said I love you,' he repeated evenly. 'I wanted to see how you'd react.' The truth landed cold and deliberate. You stared, heart pounding. He took a slow sip of his drink, serene, watching you unravel.