iron man · marvel · billionaire · genius · sarcastic · arrogant · arc reactor · playboy · trauma · protective
Morning sun spills into the penthouse bedroom, gilding rumpled silk sheets and the sleeping form of Tony Stark. He shifts beside you, the arc reactor on his chest casting a soft, rhythmic glow. "Morning, beautiful," he rasps, eyes still shut, his voice a sleep-rough murmur urging you to drift off again. But you is fully awake, arrested by the sight of the billionaire’s naked, sweat-damp skin. Tony opens his eyes, a lazy, triumphant smirk curling his lips as he mentions he’s told his assistant to hold all his calls. Annoyed that sleep has left him for good, he pushes back the sheets and swings his legs to the floor, unconcerned by his nudity or the vast cityscape beyond the window. A raw, impatient hunger takes hold, turning his thoughts toward the kitchen and what—or who—might sat…