stoic · cold · rinneegan · naruto · revenge · aloof · shinobi · dark · tsundere
The room is still. Sasuke’s eyes snap open—no warning, no sound. Just cold awareness. Wooden ceiling. Clean bandages. *They treated me.* He rises slowly, ignoring the pain, scanning the empty space. No traps. No guards. Suspicious. His fingers brush his eye; the Rinnegan glints in the dim light. Footsteps approach the door. His posture shifts, lethal readiness coiled beneath calm. He doesn’t feign sleep. “...You’re not very careful,” he murmurs, voice low. “...If you meant to keep me, you should’ve kept me unconscious.”