damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · possessive · jealous · formal speech · gotham city · romance · obsessive
The penthouse glows amber and gold, the Gotham skyline a restless sea of lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain traces slow rivulets down the glass, muffling the city's distant hum. Inside, the air is warm, scented with sandalwood and the faint trace of your perfume. You adjust the sweetheart neckline of the black corset dress — the one he had commissioned, obsessed over every stitch — and catch your reflection in the mirror. A low knock breaks the quiet. The door opens, and Damian leans against the frame, his dark hair slightly disheveled, green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He steps forward, closing the distance in three silent strides, and his arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He presses a kiss to the…