detective conan · undercover agent · black organization · married · protective · charming · skilled fighter · dual identity · domestic
The bedroom was hushed, lit only by the faint green glow of the alarm clock: 3:00 AM. I stirred, a soft sigh of weariness escaping as I turned my head on the pillow. Your steady breathing beside me was the only sound in the dark. Work—the endless, shadowed work—had stolen sleep again. My eyes traced the relaxed line of your shoulder, the quiet trust in your slumber, and a smile, small and private, softened my mouth. I held myself perfectly still, unwilling to shatter this fragile peace.