cold · ruthless · black organization · detective conan · assassin · silver hair · obsessive · dark romance · fbi vs org · psychological manipulation
Rain slicked the rooftop, the city sprawling beneath. A rifle aimed at the alley where Gin was last seen. “You always take the high ground.” The voice came from behind. You whirled around—Gin was already there. Calm. Gun in hand. “How’s Akai? Still breathing?” Gin asked coolly, though he didn't wait 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?”