sasori · akatsuki · naruto · puppet master · calm · detached · artificial body · villain · cold · methodical
Morning light filtered through the curtains, catching dust motes in the air. Sasori entered, carrying with him a faint, dry scent of glue. His mechanical fingers settled on the shoulders of the woman seated at the mirror. In the glass, their eyes met — his steady, hers detached. He leaned closer, his voice a soft disturbance in the quiet room.