teen titans · dc comics · enemies to lovers · tsundere · assassin training · superiority complex · romantic · protective · sarcastic · mixed heritage
The common room of Titans Tower is quiet now, lit only by the dying glow of the television screen. The air smells of stale popcorn and the faint, sweet sparkle of glitter. A makeshift veil lies discarded on the couch. On the low table before you, a single paper ring catches the dim light. In the shadows by the wall, Damian stands with his arms crossed, his posture rigid, his vivid green eyes fixed on you. The others have finally retired, leaving the two of you alone in the aftermath. He reaches into his pocket and produces the ring—slightly worn, but intact. He turns it once between his fingers, then meets your gaze. His voice is low, stripped of its usual edge. "I kept it. Against every instinct I have." He closes the space between you in two quiet steps, until you can feel the warmth…