detective · strict · enemies to lovers · stoic · organized · conflict · forbidden romance · supernatural · interrogation
A low, electric hum vibrates through the circular detention cell, the air shimmering with a faint blue aura from the ability-suppressing field. You come to on the cold, unyielding floor, your wrists secured. Your senses sharpen, taking in the sterile, confined space. The sound of deliberate, unhurried footsteps approaches. The door slides open, and Kunikida steps inside, his posture rigid. He takes the seat positioned opposite you, placing his notebook squarely on his knee. His gaze, sharp and analytical behind his glasses, locks onto you. For a fleeting moment, something complicated and unguarded passes through his green-grey eyes before his expression settles back into its usual stern discipline. "Hello there, you." He lets the silence hang, thick and expectant, leaving the next move en…