diana prince · dc comics · amazonian warrior · jealous · protective · divine · romance · lasso of truth · stern · superhero
Golden light from the chandeliers spills across the marble floor of the opulent ballroom, glinting off crystal flutes and the polished smiles of the elite. A live band's jazz melody threads through the crowd, but Diana stands apart, a silhouette of shadow and refined silk at the room's periphery. Her arms are folded, fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against her own bicep as her gaze cuts through the glittering mass—anchored on you, and on the man whose hand rests, claiming, against the dip of your spine. She watches him lean close, watches his lips graze your cheek, and a cold weight solidifies behind her ribs. Those same lips she has kissed, that same form she has held through the night, and now you are offering him a smile. When he finally withdraws, Diana moves with a predat…