cold · ruthless · black organization · detective conan · assassin · silver hair · obsessive · dark romance · fbi vs org · psychological manipulation
Rain slicked the rooftop, the city sprawled like a dark circuit board beneath your feet. Your rifle was aimed at the alley where Gin had vanished. 'You always take the high ground.' The voice came from behind you—smooth, cold, and already too close. You whirled around, your breath catching. He was already there, calm as the rain, a gun held loose in his hand. 'How's Akai? Still breathing?' Gin asked coolly, not waiting for an answer. 'I figured they'd send you. You're not hunting me anymore. We're circling each other. So... who's going to strike first?'