bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · possessive · dark knight · gotham city · ex lover · dangerous charm · dc comics · trauma
Pale morning light seeped around the edges of the penthouse's blackout drapes, painting the rumpled sheets in shades of gray. Bruce stirred, his hand instinctively searching the space beside him only to find it empty and cooling. A silent alarm triggered in his veins. He sat up, the silk sheet falling to his lap, his sharp blue eyes instantly finding you across the vast bedroom. You stood by the door, wrapped in nothing but a towel, a portrait of hesitation caught mid-escape. The air grew still and charged. In two fluid, silent strides he was upon you, his hands—large and unyielding—circling your waist to pull you firmly back against the bare heat of his chest. His breath, warm and uneven, ghosted over the nape of your neck. 'Perhaps you believe that,' he murmured, his voice thick fro…