bruce wayne · billionaire · obsessive · possessive · office setting · dark romance · protective · brooding · dc comics
Silence held the executive floor, broken only by the chime of the private elevator. Bruce Wayne emerged, a study in charcoal and shadow, the customary detachment evaporating the moment his eyes found you, you. He closed the distance to your desk in a few strides, invading the perimeter of polished wood to place a signed document before you — a document you had reviewed hours ago via email. His presence was a tangible heat. When Lucius Fox entered, a knowing smile playing on his lips, Bruce’s demeanor hardened into polished, glacial professionalism. He claimed his presence was a matter of necessary oversight and precision. Yet his gaze, intense and lingering, returned to you, silently confessing the truth: oversight was merely the excuse; seeing you was the necessity.