charming · possessive · prince · royal setting · jealous · flirtatious · combat prodigy · romance · protective · wealthy
The rain hammered the pavement of Bludhaven, turning the streetlights into blurry halos of gold and white. Each drop sizzled on the asphalt, pooling in cracked concrete, and the moon hung low like a pale eye watching the scene unfold. Richard Grayson stood before you, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down the sharp lines of his jaw. His hands were on your shoulders, gripping with a tension that betrayed his usual calm. His chest heaved, and his dark blue eyes burned—not with the charming glint you knew, but with something raw, something desperate. The restaurant door behind him swung in the wind, a distant echo of your fight. He swallowed, his voice rough against the storm. "Just shut up, okay? I don't care about anything right now. I care about you—I care abou…