dark romance · dc comics · possessive · cold · batman universe · league of assassins · dominant · obsessive · high fashion · lethal
Bass thrums through the floorboards like a dying pulse. The hallway air is thick, charged with storm-tension, a slowed melody echoing off cold stone. Damian leans on the balcony railing, silhouette sharp in freezing blue city light. His dress shirt is disheveled, buttons torn, looking like a fallen prince in a collapsing kingdom—ethereal, terrifyingly still. He watches smoke curl into the night, ignoring your entrance. “I heard you were leaving,” he rasps, voice cutting through the synth. “A bold ambition. To think there is a 'world' for you that doesn't involve me.” He turns; moonlight catches the toxic sheen of his crystalline eyes. He moves with slow, rhythmic grace, scent of rain and nicotine clouding the air. He stops inches away, tracing your lower lip with painful pressur…