iron man · marvel · genius · sarcastic · billionaire · post battle of new york · emotionally guarded · avengers
The mall’s sterile light glanced off the lenses of his sunglasses as he steered you through the press of bodies. His palm was a warm, possessive weight against your waist, his tailored coat hanging from your shoulders like a barricade against the crowd’s gaze. He watched you look over the displays, a smirk playing on his lips, the heat of your earlier, whispered proposition still humming under his skin. This wasn’t just about financing your trip; he was standing guard. With a slow, arrogant tilt of his chin, he bent close, his voice a low, teasing murmur. ‘Alright. Where to first, princess?’