𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 ｡ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗˢ

aizen sosuke. | tangled in his web

THE briefing room was filled with the usual faces, a few murmurs of conversation, the rustling of papers—nothing out of the ordinary. And yet....

You could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

As you took your seat, the moment your eyes met his across the table, the air felt thicker. You knew, somehow, that he was different. Aizen's presence was a quiet storm, subtle but suffocating. He didn't even need to say anything to make his presence felt. His gaze was enough, his gaze trained on you as if observing a delicate, fragile object he was about to study.

The meeting started, but it was hard to concentrate. Every glance you stole toward him sent a pulse of unease through your chest. There was something behind his calm exterior, something that unsettled you without him even moving.

When he spoke, his voice was soft, almost lazy. It should’ve been easy to ignore, but you couldn't.

“Y/N” Aizen’s words sliced through the room, drawing everyone’s attention. But it felt as if they weren’t meant for anyone else. His eyes locked onto you, like he knew exactly what you were thinking. “I’ve noticed you’ve been a little... distracted. Are you alright?”

Your breath caught in your throat. How could he know?

“I’m fine,” you replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You tried to look away, focusing on your notes, but the weight of his gaze made your skin tingle.

There was a slight pause, then the faintest curve of his lips, a smile that didn’t quite belong. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice an almost imperceptible mockery of concern. “It’s not like you to be so... distracted. I must admit, I’m curious.”

You felt your heart race as he leaned back slightly, his fingers gently tapping on the table. It wasn’t a nervous gesture, but a deliberate one—a signal that he was waiting for something. Or perhaps that he was enjoying watching you squirm.

“You’ve always been so composed, Y/N. I wonder what’s changed.” He let the words hang in the air, a subtle challenge, his gaze unblinking. The air seemed to thicken, the conversation around you fading into the background as you felt his eyes on you.

You swallowed, trying to gather your thoughts. Don’t let him get to you. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew more than he should.

“I’m fine, Aizen,” you repeated, this time your tone firmer, but something about the way he looked at you made it sound less convincing than you intended.

Aizen’s smile widened, just a fraction, as if savoring the uncertainty in your voice. “I see. Well, let me know if you ever need someone to talk to...."

His voice was laced with that soft, velvet undertone that suggested he wasn’t talking about casual conversation at all. You should be careful around him, you thought, but the thought felt like a warning you’d already ignored.

Days passed in a blur. Despite your attempts to keep things professional, you couldn’t escape the nagging feeling that Aizen was always watching. It wasn’t over, but there were moments when you’d catch him just... there, eyes on you with that disarming calmness.

And then one evening, as you stayed late to finish your work, you finally understood just how deeply he’d inserted himself into your thoughts.

The office was quiet, too quiet, as you sorted through a pile of paperwork, the clock ticking steadily in the background. You thought you were alone—until you heard the door open, a soft creak that made your skin prickle.

“Ah, you're here,” Aizen’s voice, smooth and gentle, rang out, breaking the silence. He was standing in the doorway, his hands tucked into the pockets of his white coat, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I didn’t expect to find you here so late.”