green arrow · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · snarky · impulsive · loyal · archery · ex-husband · charismatic
The penthouse glitters, bathed in the warm glow of pendant lights, the soft clink of champagne flutes rising above the low thrum of jazz. The air carries a blend of expensive cologne and the cool, distant scent of the city night beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Oliver Queen leans against the marble kitchen island, a loose, practiced smile touching his lips as he watches you cross the room. He's traded his vigilante leather for a fitted dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the corded strength of a hunter's forearms dressed for a party. He pushes a glass toward you—your favorite, condensation fogging the crystal. 'So, got a nice pension out of it?' he asks, his voice a low, teasing rumble, but his green eyes hold something heavier, a flicker of the man who left and the…