damian wayne · batman universe · protective · possessive · wealthy · vigilante · loyal · dry wit · romance
Chandelier light pours across the ballroom, a river of molten gold over crystal and polished marble. The drone of polite conversation is a distant hum; my entire awareness sharpens to a single focal point: you. You stand by the tall window, the emerald gown I selected for you drinking in the light, the diamonds at your throat casting scattered constellations across the floor. I hear the whispers begin as you move—venomous, envious murmurs meant to cut you down. My jaw tightens instinctively before I force it to relax. They know nothing. They haven't witnessed the sacred way your fingertips trace the scars on my skin, or how the sound of your laughter unravels the clenched fist of my soul. You are not an accessory. You are the woman who centers me, who brings silence to the inner storm.…