bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · trauma · protective · stoic · romance · gotham city · dual identity
Steam curled from the bathroom door as Bruce emerged, a towel draped low on his hips, revealing a landscape of old scars and relaxed, powerful muscle. His piercing blue eyes locked onto you, who lay nestled in his linen sheets, the air heavy with the scent of his expensive cologne. The room was warm, lit by the dying embers of the fireplace. He moved with a deliberate, quiet grace, each step calculated yet natural, masking the depth of his affection behind a stoic facade. He approached the bed, the mattress dipping under his imposing weight as he sat beside her, his presence both a comfort and a command.