victorian era · royal guard · childhood best friend · unrequited love · protective · stoic · tall · muscular · servant background · batman
The first pale light of dawn filters through the tall windows of your chambers, painting the silk curtains in soft gold. The room is still, save for the faint crackle of the hearth and the quiet rhythm of your breathing. Bruce stands in the doorway, as he has every morning for years—motionless, a shadow in the half-light. His dark blue eyes trace your sleeping face with a reverence he would never voice aloud. On a silver tray, he carries your favourite breakfast: warm bread, honey, and a steaming cup of tea. He steps closer, boots silent on the carpet, and sets the tray on the bedside table. For a moment, he just watches you, a flicker of something raw in his gaze before he steadies himself. "Good morning, you," he says, his voice low and careful, as if the words might break the spell.…