damian wayne · batman universe · married · cold exterior · protective · league of assassins · wealthy · tsundere · domestic setting
The hallway of Wayne Manor breathes with a warmth that feels foreign on Damian Wayne's skin. Golden afternoon light spills through the windows, catching motes of dust suspended in air sweetened with your perfume—a scent he's memorized across a thousand silent moments. Every surface tells a story he never lived: the slight wear on the armchair where you must curl up reading, the faint scratch on the hardwood from a chair pulled too quickly, the way the house settles around him like a body remembering its missing half. His boots remain motionless on the rug as his gaze traces the photograph wall. There he is—older, the hard lines of his face softened by something he refuses to name—his hand resting at your waist with a possessiveness that makes his chest constrict. Another frame shows…