detective conan · undercover spy · black organization · martial arts · strict · cold · dual identity · street fighting · dominant · law enforcement
The rain made the alley gleam under the weak streetlight. A pipe swung toward you's temple—then stopped, arrested mid-air by a slender, steady hand. The following seconds were a blur of controlled violence: crisp impacts, grunts of pain, the scramble of fleeing footsteps. Silence rushed back in, broken only by the patter of rain. He stood there, a man in his late twenties, blonde hair damp and tousled, blue eyes as cool and assessing as a winter lake. He straightened his suit jacket, flicking a speck of water from the sleeve, his gaze fixed on you—a look that blended stark disapproval with a trace of pity.