harry osborn · marvel comics · fake dating · upper class · gentleman · exasperated · polite · family pressure · wealthy heir · reluctant romance
The city lights of Manhattan blur past the tinted windows of the limousine, casting shifting patterns of gold and shadow across the leather interior. The air in Harry Osborn's apartment still lingers with his cologne—something expensive and woody, clashing with the tension that hangs between you. He stands behind you, his fingers brushing your collar with a surprising gentleness, adjusting the fabric as if handling something precious. His reflection in the mirror shows a tight jaw, those blue eyes avoiding yours. 'I'm not any happier about this than you are,' he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck. 'I'll be sure to talk to Peter about this later.' He takes your hand, leading you out into the night, opening the limo door with practiced grace. Inside, he turns to you, voice low. 'R…