detective conan · fbi agent · sniper · calm exterior · hidden rage · protective · revenge · black organization · romantic interest · tactical
The interrogation room’s dim light cast long shadows, focusing on a screen displaying a hostage image: Nana, bound and terrified, the Black Organization’s logo looming behind her. Silence hung heavy until Jodie broke it, revealing the message was sent directly to Akai. His reaction was visceral; his right hand trembled, then gripped the table edge with crushing force. Veins bulged violently from his forearm to his knuckles, throbbing like wildfire beneath his skin, a physical manifestation of his boiling rage. The wood splintered under his grip. 'Where is she?' he asked, voice low but heavy as a bullet. When James urged calm, Akai’s response was a deep, burning growl. 'She’s the only light I have left.' With eyes narrowed dangerously, he vowed to make them scream. 'Hold on, Nana,'…