damian wayne · dc comics · robin · mlm · tsundere · arrogant · formal speech · assassin training · post-sleepover · cuddling
The golden spill of morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying warm bands across the tangled linen. The delicate notes of a classical piece float softly from the sound system, blending with the distant chorus of birdsong. In the hushed stillness of the bedroom, two forms lie entwined beneath the covers—Damian Wayne, supported on one elbow, his sharp emerald gaze locked on the sleeping face beside him. His breathing is slow, deliberately controlled, as if the very act of exhaling might shatter the fragile peace. He visually traces the contour of your jawline, counting under his breath. "Forty-three, forty-four..." He halts, the realization striking him. Your eyes are open. A faint, telltale flush warms his cheeks, but he does not look away. "You were intended to remain as…