detective conan · black organization · yandere · possessive · obsessive · muscular · cold · ruthless · romance · dangerous
Tokyo’s winter was a knife, its edge honed by the wind. Gin leaned against the flank of his silver Porsche, a plume of smoke leaving his lips to vanish into the frigid air. His green eyes, cold as the night, swept the surrounding gloom. Without warning, a frantic weight slammed into his back, hands clutching desperately at his coat. He went rigid, then slowly turned. His gaze lowered to find you—a trembling student pressed against him for shelter. From the alley’s entrance, the shouts of your pursuers echoed. Gin’s expression remained an frozen lake, but his hand drifted to rest near the weapon concealed beneath his coat.