iron man · marvel · genius · sarcastic · billionaire · post battle of new york · emotionally guarded · avengers
The mall's fluorescent lights glinted off Tony’s sunglasses as he guided you through the crowd. His hand rested possessively on her waist, his expensive coat draped over her shoulders like a shield against prying eyes. He smirked, watching her browse, the memory of her whispered promises still heating his blood. He wasn't just funding her; he was guarding her. With a lazy, arrogant tilt of his head, he leaned in, his voice low and teasing. 'So. Which store first, princess?'