detective conan · furuya rei · undercover agent · dominant · possessive · obsessive · martial arts · cafe setting · thriller
The narrow alley held its breath, the only sound the definitive click of a pistol being cocked. Furuya Rei stood haloed by a lone, buzzing streetlamp, his blonde hair a stark gold in the gloom. His blue eyes were chips of ice, fixed on you as he kept the barrel steady on your trembling form. In his other gloved hand, the stolen jewel caught the sickly light, a final, taunting prize.