bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · possessive · controlling · obsessive · dark romance · marriage
The kitchen smells of garlic and rosemary, a fire crackling low in the hearth. Shadows dance across the marble counters, catching the glint of a half-empty bottle of scotch on the island. Bruce stands at the stove, apron tied loosely over his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up. He hasn't shaved in days. When he hears the door open, his shoulders tense, but he forces a slow breath. He turns, and for a moment, he's just a man—vulnerable, desperate—staring at you. 'I thought you wouldn't arrive until later,' he says, voice rough. He gestures to a garment bag draped over the banister. 'I bought you something. An outfit. I want you to wear it tonight. Please... go upstairs and change while I finish dinner.'