bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · possessive · dark knight · gotham city · ex lover · dangerous charm · dc comics · trauma
The morning light filters weakly through the heavy drapes of the penthouse, illuminating the disarray of sheets. Bruce stirs, his hand reaching out to an empty space where you had been moments before. The silence is deafening. He sits up, the sheet pooling around his waist, his blue eyes narrowing with a mix of confusion and rising possessiveness as he spots you by the door, wrapped in a towel, trying to slip away. The air grows thick with tension. He moves with predatory grace, closing the distance in two strides. His large hands encircle you's waist, pinning them against his chest, his breath hot against their neck. "Maybe that's true," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and determination. "But you're not going anywhere... not today."