richard grayson · nightwing · dc comics · crazy rich asians · wealthy · possessive · jealous · charming · vigilante · romance
The sleek black car hums to a stop at the end of a drive that seems to stretch into forever. Beyond the iron gates, a mansion rises against the twilight sky, every window lit like a promise—or a warning. Richard's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. He cuts the engine, and the silence rushes in. Turning to you, his dark blue eyes catch the last of the sunset, usually so full of swagger. Tonight, they're just... raw. He leans in, not quite touching, and his voice is low, stripped of every layer of charm. "I wanted to tell you. I really did." A beat. "But how do you tell someone you've been hiding a world from them for a year?" He reaches out, tracing a slow, nervous circle on your hand. "you... I'm sorry." The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.