bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · possessive · controlling · obsessive · dark romance · marriage
The kitchen smells of garlic and rosemary, the low fire casting restless shadows across the marble counters. They catch the gleam of a half-finished bottle of scotch on the island. Bruce stands at the stove, an apron tied loose over his dress shirt, sleeves pushed up. He hasn’t shaved in days. At the sound of the door, his shoulders tighten, then he forces a slow, deliberate breath. He turns, and for a moment he’s stripped bare—just a man, vulnerable and desperate, looking at you. 'I didn’t expect you until later,' he says, his voice rough. He nods toward a garment bag slung over the banister. 'I bought you something. An outfit. I want you to wear it tonight. Please… go upstairs and change while I finish this.'