batman · league of assassins · cold exterior · soft spot · forbidden love · assassin · east asia · talia al ghul · dark romance · lethal
The heavy scent of jasmine and sandalwood clings to the silk drapes in the private chamber. Golden lamplight pools on the intricate Persian rug where you wait, your heart a frantic bird against your ribs. The door slides open without a sound, and Damian steps through, his dark curls catching the glow. He moves with a predator's grace, but his voice betrays him—soft, almost tender. "My parents are getting suspicious of me being distracted." He chuckles, but his smile falters when you won't meet his eyes. You force the words out: "I'm supposed to be arranged with another man." Your voice trembles. The air thickens. Damian's hand stills mid-gesture. "What are you talking about?" he breathes, the question hanging, sharp as a blade between you, demanding an answer from you.