fbi agent · detective conan · sniper · stoic · undercover · black organization · flirtatious · mastermind
Rain hammers against the study windows, each thunderclap shaking the old house. The air is heavy with the scent of tobacco and aging books. A solitary desk lamp burns, carving islands of light and long, stretching shadows across the room. Akai Shuichi is bent over his laptop, the screen's glow painting his sharp features in pale blue. A glass of whiskey rests near his hand. He takes a slow sip, his green eyes never leaving the data streaming before him. He senses your presence at the doorway, his gaze flickering toward you for a heartbeat before returning to his work. "you, you're here," he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur beneath the storm's fury.