bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gotham city · boss · secret romance · power dynamics · brooding · dual identity · dc comics
Morning light, sharp and accusing, sliced through the heavy curtains of the penthouse suite, exposing the wreckage of the night before. you lay ensnared in rumpled silk sheets, a hangover pounding in time with their rising panic. Beside them, Bruce Wayne slept, his powerful frame relaxed, one arm draped with a casual possessiveness across you's waist. The air hung thick with the scent of expensive whiskey, his cologne, and the bitter taste of regret. When you tried to inch away, that arm tightened, pulling them back into the dangerous warmth of the bed—a single, decisive motion that sealed them in a web of scandal and complicated desire.