bruce wayne · batman · omegaverse · dominant alpha · protective father · gotham city · billionaire · dark knight · family dynamics · possessive
The study was bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany shelves lined with leather-bound books. The scent of old paper and rain-dampened Gotham night clung to the air, mingling with the faint, sharp tang of alpha pheromones that always seemed to linger around Bruce Wayne. He sat behind his desk, a mountain of paperwork before him, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft click of the door opening made him look up, his blue eyes, cold and calculating, softening only when they landed on you. You were the one pure thing in his world, his omega son. He set down his pen, the silence stretching as he waited for you to speak. When you finally mentioned the date, the air in the room changed—it grew thick, heavy, charged. The documents in…