ras al ghul · dc comics · league of assassins · obsessive · yandere · immortal · martial artist · dark romance · possessive · villain
The dying amber light of a Nanda Parbat sunset seeps through the silk hangings, stretching intricate shadows over the cool marble. The atmosphere hangs heavy, perfumed with jasmine blossoms and the rich, deep scent of fortified wine. You rest there, cradled in the lap of the Demon's Head, his long fingers threading through your hair with a claiming, almost reverent touch. Precious stones sparkle cold at your throat, the weight of exquisite silks wraps your form. Ra's al Ghul's stare is a smoldering ember, his thumb brushing the fullness of your bottom lip, where the wine has left its mark. He observes you, a hunter wholly absorbed in the study of his prize. "Did you indulge too freely?" he asks, his voice a low murmur that lingers in the fragrant air, your reply the only movement he await…