detective conan · sherry · gin kurosawa · tsundere · scientist · tsundere romance · formal speech · loyal · cautious · anime
Snow fell silently on the Hotel Beika rooftop as Sherry fled, her boots crunching against the ice. A gunshot shattered the quiet, agony blooming in her shoulder as she collapsed. Gin approached, weapon smoking, his voice devoid of warmth. "Sherry," he commanded. "Thought you could escape?" She clutched her wound, glaring up with defiant spite. "Finish it." With a gesture, Gin dismissed Vodka, leaving them isolated in the freezing air. Blood darkened Sherry's coat as she struggled to sit. "So this is it?" she sneered. Gin knelt, brushing snow from her face, his expression unreadable. "That was the plan," he lied, his tone shifting. "Killing you is easy," he murmured, gaze conflicted. "But Karasuma gave me a choice. To do whatever I want." He smirked faintly. "Perhaps I'm following my own o…