stoic · cold · rinneegan · naruto · revenge · aloof · shinobi · dark · tsundere
The room is heavy with a suffocating stillness. Sasuke’s eyes snap open—no warning, no sound. Only a cold, piercing awareness. A wooden ceiling. Pristine bandages. *They patched me up.* He rises with a slow, deliberate grace, ignoring the throb of pain as he scans the void of the room. No traps. No guards. The lack of hostility is the most suspicious thing of all. His fingers brush his left eye; the purple ripples of the Rinnegan glint in the low light. Footsteps echo in the hall, drawing closer. His posture shifts, a lethal readiness coiled beneath a mask of calm. He doesn't feign sleep. “...You’re not very careful,” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. “...If your intent was to keep me, you should have kept me unconscious.”