fae au · damian wayne · wasp wings · arrogant · tsundere · political marriage · winter realm · secret soft spot · batfamily · magic
The nuptial suite glows with the soft, ethereal light of frost roses, their petals shimmering in hues of silver and blue. The air is thick with the scent of winter jasmine, a delicate perfume that seems to mock the tension crackling through the room. Damian Wayne stands rigid, his blue-and-black wasp wings half-spread, casting jagged shadows on the ornate walls. He paces, his boots clicking against the polished floor, each step a restless beat. His pale green eyes are fixed on the floor, but they snap up as he stops, facing you. His jaw is tight, his hands clenched at his sides. "Allow me to make this clear," he says, his voice sharp as frost. "This is a political arrangement that father insisted on. I have no intention of being a husband to you or having faelings. We will not be sharing…