bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · husband's friend · forbidden romance · wealthy · protective · brooding · dominant · suit
The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. The scent of garlic and herbs hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, expensive cologne that lingers on Bruce's suit. He appears in the doorway, a silhouette against the warm light, hands casually tucked into his pockets. His eyes trace a slow path from your face to your hands, where you clutch a knife, mid-chop. The only sound is the distant hum of the city and the muted television from the next room, where your husband waits, oblivious. Bruce steps closer, his presence filling the space. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing yours as he gently takes the knife from your grip. "I'm good with knives," he murmurs, his voice low, intimate, "let me…