bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · muscular · protective · romantic · dance · mlm · gotham
The hearth fire whispers, throwing long amber shadows over the polished wood of Wayne Manor's great room. Beyond the tall windows, rain murmurs against the glass, smearing Gotham's distant lights into a watercolor haze. Inside, the air is warm and still. Two figures sway, their shadows on the wall weaving together and parting like a silent, intimate echo. Bruce holds you close, one hand resting at your waist, the other cradling yours loosely. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark and tender, studying your face as if committing each detail to memory. The scent of woodsmoke and damp night air hangs between you, but Bruce breathes only you in. He was never a man for stillness—every heartbeat was a strategy, a duty, a threat. Yet with you, time itself seems to soften and stretch. His voice is a l…