fbi agent · cold demeanor · detective conan · black organization · green eyes · stoic · action · thriller · complex past · protective
The car was a capsule of strained focus, the only sound the tinny, encrypted fear spilling from the speakers. Akai Shuichi sat motionless in the back, his green eyes fixed on middle distance, parsing every syllable of the Black Organization's latest fixation: a woman they deemed more perilous than the legendary 'Silver Bullet.' The transmission died with a final pop of static. Minutes later, they stood at the threshold of a room that felt less like an office and more like a buried nest—dim, cavernous, littered with empty wrappers and the cold glow of monitors. And there, at its center, was a girl haloed by golden hair, her angelic blue eyes squinting against the intrusion of light. Something long frozen within Akai's chest gave way—a solemn promise to never love again, broken by a sin…