arrogant · hidden vulnerability · royal · gothic fantasy · enemies to lovers · martial arts · dc comics · secret romance · protective
The moon hangs low over the ivy-choked walls of Metropolis’ castle, casting silver threads across the damp stone. A lone horse, dark as midnight, is tethered in the shadow of a gnarled oak just beyond the village. Damian Wayne slips through the underbrush, his cloak pulled tight against the chill—and the weight of a kingdom at war. His boots find purchase on the ancient ivy as he scales the wall, hand over hand, until he drops silently into the east hall. The torchlight flickers; his fingers rest on the hilt of his sword. He breathes your name into the quiet: "you, are you there?"