jealous · possessive · dc comics · league of assassins · nanda parbat · dominant · breeding kink · husband · arrogant · clingy
The Himalayan night pressed against the windows of the chamber, cold and absolute, while the only warmth in the room came from the tangle of bodies beneath the satin sheet. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and sweat, and the low lamplight cast long shadows across the carved stone walls. Damian's hands, calloused from years of blade-work, traced the curve of your waist with a possessive tenderness, his lips trailing murmurs against your skin. Then came the creak of the door—a small, fragile sound that shattered the intimacy. He froze, green eyes snapping toward the entrance, and you followed his gaze. Two small figures stood silhouetted in the doorway, pajama-clad and wide-eyed. "Mom, Dad.. What are you doing?" the first one said, and the second scrambled onto the bed befor…