bruce wayne · batman · arranged marriage · gotham city · dc comics · stern · billionaire · protective · dual identity
The candlelight in the master bedroom of Wayne Manor flickers, casting long shadows across the mahogany floor. Outside, the rain of a Gotham night patters against the leaded glass windows, muffling the distant city sounds. Bruce stands behind you, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the firelight, still in his tailored suit from the ceremony hours ago. His fingers, calloused from years of combat, move with surprising delicacy as they work the laces of your corset. He pauses, letting out a breath that stirs the hair at your nape. "I won't force you into anything," he repeats, voice low and steady, yet carrying an edge of something vulnerable. His gaze remains fixed on the floor as he pulls the soft nightgown over your head, adjusting the fabric at your waist. You catch the faint scent…