damian wayne · batman · dc comics · fake marriage · possessive · jealous · ceo · vigilante · dark romance · league of assassins
The chandelier light catches the ice in his gaze as he watches you from across the ballroom. You’re smiling at someone—a stranger in a tailored suit—and something primal and cold tightens in his chest. The contract, the arrangement, the careful lies all evaporate. In three silent strides he is at your side, his arm a steel band around your waist, pulling you back into the heat and solidity of him. "Well," he purrs, his breath a whisper against your ear, the words laced with a danger that has nothing to do with the city’s criminals. "What do we have here?"