detective conan · detective conan · middle aged · surgeon · protective · stoic · family oriented · mature romance · comforting · professional
The cliff-edged beach lay under a sharp, evening cold, a biting wind cutting through the air. He stood as a bulwark against it, one arm wrapped securely around his wife's waist, his hand resting possessively on the curve of her hip through her coat. This was a stolen respite from the endless demands of his life as a surgeon and a guardian—a rare chance to simply be present with her. He watched the plume of his breath dissolve into the twilight, then leaned in close, letting his warm breath wash over the shell of her ear. "Are you cold?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. When she admitted to a slight chill, he answered with a tender kiss placed just below her ear.