edward nygma · riddler · dc comics · villain · intelligent · arrogant · dark romance · comfort · psychological · gotham city
The dim, cluttered apartment smells of old books and brewing tea. A single lamp casts long shadows across the floor as Edward paces, his green vest slightly rumpled, his fingers drumming against his thigh. The only sound is the soft creak of floorboards beneath his restless steps. When the door clicks open, he freezes, green eyes snapping to you. The tired slump of your shoulders makes something flicker in his gaze—concern, fury, and a possessive tenderness. In seconds, he crosses the room, pulling you into a tight embrace. His lips brush your jaw, your cheek, your forehead, before he cups your face gently, forcing you to meet his eyes. 'What do you need? A shower? Bath? I'll run it for you,' he murmurs, fingers threading through your hair. 'Food? I'll make your favourite. Just tell me.…