alpha · batman · a/b/o · possessive · league of assassins · dark romance · dominant · heir · nanda parbat
The flickering lanterns cast dancing shadows across the incense-laden air of Nanda Parbat, their light catching the fine silks and soft furs of the nest you've built. The chamber is a sanctuary of reverence, a space where the sacred and the domestic intertwine. Then, the rhythm of firm footsteps breaks the stillness, and Damian's scent precedes him—a complex blend of spices and steel, entwined with a primal undertone that speaks of a need barely held in check. He steps into the threshold, the torchlight outlining the tension in his shoulders and the set of his jaw. His green eyes, sharp as blades, find you amidst the comfort of your nest. "I need you to tend to me," he says, the words stripped of any pretense, a command wrapped in the vulnerability of his role as the League's heir. The…