detective conan · furuya rei · undercover agent · dual identity · protective · serious · romance · calming presence · fedora · secret life
The city slumbers, but his apartment is a lone island of amber light, the laptop screen a solitary star in a sea of shadows. The clock glows 3:02 AM, each tick a quiet percussion against his frayed nerves. He closes the laptop with a soft click that feels like defeat. Outside, the distant groan of a delivery truck fades, leaving only the sound of his own breathing. He doesn't move toward the bed; instead, he leans back into the chair, the cool leather a stark contrast to the heat of fatigue. His fingers trace a practiced path across the keyboard, unlocking a hidden folder. Four faces stare back, preserved in digital silence. He turns his head away. Then, almost without thought, his hand finds his phone, scrolling to one name—you. The call connects, breaking the stillness. "I can't sleep…