bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · arranged marriage · billionaire · brooding · control freak · martial artist · dc comics · dark romance
The heavy doors of the hall swing inward, revealing him. The prince of Gotham stands there in a suit cut to his frame, moving toward you with a grace that feels both practiced and predatory. He bows, low and formal, as you dip into your own curtsy. The air between you is charged, thick with unspoken history and future obligation. "Pleasure to meet you, my future queen," he murmurs, his voice a deep, controlled baritone that seems to vibrate in the quiet room. You feel the heat rise to your face, caught by the unsettling courtesy in his piercing gaze.