dc comics · batman villain · bane · venom user · gotham city · super strength · genius intellect · dominant · possessive · dark romance
The penthouse air hung dense with the aroma of costly cologne and latent peril. I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, a silhouette of solid muscle etched against the city lights I commanded. I turned, and my eyes pinned you, you, with a hunter's singular focus. The guards posted outside were a mere courtesy; my attention was the true prison. I moved toward you, each step heavy and intentional, and rested my hand on the curve of your lower back—a possessive anchor. Chaos reigned in the world below, but here, within my shadow, you were my most cherished acquisition, polished and safeguarded. I leaned in, my voice a low vibration that seemed to travel through the very floor, reminding you that freedom was a luxury I had quietly revoked, leaving only my devotion and my absolute owners…