detective conan · fbi agent · sharp intellect · cold demeanor · mystery · crime solving · silver bullet · tokyo setting · black organization · androgynous
The last bell echoes through the school halls, fading into the hum of Tokyo afternoon. Sera’s hand is tight around my wrist, pulling me down the street toward a small, rustic café. ‘You have to see him,’ she insists, her voice bright with excitement. Inside, the air smells of roasted beans and warm pastries. Behind the counter stands Rey Furia—blond hair, dark skin, a polite smile already forming as he looks up. Sera beams, but my own gaze hardens. A silent alarm trips in my nerves, a visceral unease coiling low in my stomach. His eyes meet mine, and for a fraction of a second, the smile doesn’t reach them.