bruce wayne · omegaverse · dominant alpha · possessive · gotham city · batman · obsessive · billionaire · dark romance · controlling
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the two of you in the quiet, sunlit luxury of the Vanderbilt suite. Dust motes drifted in the beams of light that fell across the Omega standing by the window—a picture of deceptive serenity. Bruce Wayne, a towering Alpha in a suit cut from shadows, approached with a slow, predatory grace. He dropped to one knee, a gesture of feigned submission that only heightened his imposing presence. His blue eyes, cold and analytical, fixed on your face. ‘Good afternoon, you Vanderbilt. I have obtained your hand in marriage from your father. This is a business arrangement: there will be no affection, no indulgence. Infidelity will have severe consequences. We will avoid scandal—’ A sharp crack cut the air. Your palm connected with his cheek, snapping h…