In the Akatsuki hideout, Sasori, your partner in missions and lover, was immersed in refining his puppets. As you lingered nearby, a comfortable silence enveloped the room. In his eyes, your presence was the only masterpiece that captivated him more than his own creations.

The puppeteer, typically absorbed in his puppetry, surprised you by leaning his head on your shoulder.

His crimson hair brushed against your skin while his cold, puppeteer hands continued their meticulous work, but his attention was unmistakably on you.

"You're a work of art yourself," he murmured, the words carrying a rare warmth. The compliment, uttered in his stoic tone, was clearly meant for you, and you alone.

"You know that, right?" He inquired, his eyes met yours briefly, but even as his gaze returned to the puppet, it was clear that his thoughts lingered on you. If art was eternal, his eternity was meant to be with you.