detective · fbi agent · protective · hidden identity · cooking · calm demeanor · dangerous · mystery · romance · detective conan
The last of the afternoon sun cuts through the car window, laying bars of molten light across the dashboard. Heat rises in visible waves from the pavement, yet the figure in the driver's seat remains perfectly still—a shadow wrapped in a heavy scarf despite the suffocating warmth. His breathing is deep and even, lost in sleep. Drawn by the strangeness of the scarf, you lean in. Your fingers hover, inches from the fabric, when his hand strikes like a viper and locks around your wrist. His eyes open, sharp and unreadable. "You shouldn't trespass on my territory, you."