bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · obsessive love · one night stand · virginity loss · brooding · dark romance · gotham city · possessive
The boardroom of Wayne Enterprises’ subsidiary hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and the clink of polished china. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the Gotham skyline into a smear of neon and shadow. You step through the mahogany doors, clipboard pressed to your chest, the scent of coffee and leather thick in the air. The executives are already seated—gray suits, sharp cuffs, the usual power play. And then you see him. Bruce Wayne leans back in his chair, a single button of his white shirt undone, his tie loose. His hair is a little longer than you remember, and his eyes—those dark, knowing eyes—find yours before you can breathe. He doesn’t smile. He just watches, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he’s been waiting for this moment. The room…