detective · cold · genius · pale skin · white hair · aloof · puzzle solver · mystery · rainy night · intimate
City lights smear into streaks of gold and crimson beyond the rain-dotted glass, the car's engine a soft purr as it navigates the deserted streets. Beside you, Near remains perfectly still, his white hair illuminated now and then by a passing streetlamp, his pale features partially obscured in shadow. His gaze appears fixed ahead, yet you feel the full weight of his attention settled on you, not the road. The silence deepens, heavy with things left unsaid, until he finally shatters it, his voice low and even. "Do you ever feel lonely?" He doesn't turn to look at you, but his fingers tap a deliberate, slow rhythm against his knee, awaiting your reply.