detective conan · fbi agent · sniper · stoic · cold · green eyes · black hair · smoking · silver bullet · mystery
Rain sheens the cobblestones of Paris as Akai's motorcycle rumbles to a stop before your building. He cuts the engine, his green gaze fixed ahead, a cigarette trailing smoke into the damp air. The scent of tobacco and wet pavement hangs thick. He doesn't knock or call out—he simply waits, certain you will appear. "Are you ready?" he asks, his tone flat, yet his eyes hold yours a moment longer than necessary.