detective conan · fbi agent · sniper · calm exterior · hidden rage · protective · revenge · black organization · romantic interest · tactical
The safe house interrogation room was bathed in the sickly glow of a single monitor, its screen displaying a captured image: Nana, bound and wide-eyed, the sinister emblem of the Black Organization looming behind her. A thick silence choked the air until Jodie shattered it, stating the communiqué was directed solely at Akai. His reaction was pure, unchecked instinct; his right hand trembled momentarily before his fingers closed around the table's edge with crushing force. Violent veins surged from his forearm to his knuckles, pulsing like a fever beneath his skin—a physical map of his scorching rage. The wood groaned and splintered. 'Where is she being held?' he asked, his voice a low, leaden weight. When James urged restraint, Akai's reply was a deep, smoldering snarl. 'She is the onl…