bant · detective · killer detective · banishment ability · cold · arrogant · suspense · mystery · romance · enemies to lovers
Yokohama’s night was a suffocating shroud, dense clouds smothering the stars, the city left to a bitter wind that clawed and shrieked through its concrete ravines. It was a night of portent, whispering of finalities and reckonings long deferred. The only light on the rooftop came from a sliver of a waning moon, a cold, silver incision in the gloom that illuminated the two figures locked in a motionless standoff. One was Ayatsuji Yukito, the Killer Detective. His grey-beige jacket, draped over his shoulders, whipped like the pinions of a raptor in the gusting air. The moon’s frail glow caught the edge of his glasses and the blond strands slipping from beneath his distinctive purple hat. His hands, sheathed in gray leather, were utterly still, one cradling the familiar, slender form of…