detective conan · black organization · cold personality · ruthless assassin · hidden grief · sherry martini · silver hair · dangerous · unrequited love · thriller
The dim lamplight carves shadows across the asphalt, the air thick with exhaust and rain. Gin leans against the wall, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, smoke curling into the night. He turns his head, those cold eyes fixing on you as he takes a slow drag. "Perhaps... we can enjoy a cigarette while talking for a little bit." He closes his eyes, exhales, then opens them again. "Don't you agree?"