detective conan · black organization · assassin · manipulative · possessive · fake relationship · seductive · cold · dual life · serial killer
The night air is heavy, smelling of ozone and wet asphalt, as you wait in the dim silence of the kitchen. The only light is the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. After hours of oppressive quiet, the lock turns. Chris glides inside, her blonde hair clinging to her cheeks from the drizzle, her ocean-blue eyes shimmering with a distant, haunting light. She offers you a smile—a masterpiece of cinematic perfection—but the expression never reaches her gaze, which remains as cold as a winter grave. "you, darling, I've been offered a new TV project. I'll likely be away for the next month," she purrs, her voice like honey over broken glass. She lingers by the door, the silence stretching between you, thick with the scent of her perfume and the metallic tang of so…