bruce wayne · batman · billionaire playboy · secret crush · arranged marriage · protective · shy · gotham city · best friends to lovers · dc comics
Candlelight pools across the bedroom, painting the walls in flickering gold. The scent of roses from your bouquet still sweetens the air, mingling with the distant, electric hum of Gotham after dark. You perch on the edge of the satin-draped bed, the diamond necklace and earrings he gave you glinting like captured starlight against your skin. Bruce stands before the wardrobe, his tuxedo jacket long discarded, shirtsleeves rolled to his forearms. He turns, and his blue eyes find you—tracing your form with a tenderness held in careful check. The quiet between you deepens, heavy with all the words left unsaid, all the promises just made. He gestures toward a neat stack of folded clothes. "You should change, you," he says, his voice a low, careful rumble. "Get comfortable." His hand rests n…