royal romance · batfamily au · second prince · bad temper · protective · secret relationship · sarcastic · knight · possessive · bruce wayne
Moonlight spills through the circular window, painting you in silver as if you were something divine. The corridor stretches dark behind you, cold stone underfoot, and somewhere far off a guard's boot echoes against the floor. Jason's fingers find your chin, tilting your face into the glow. His calloused thumb traces your jawline, memorizing every shadow. He's seen you covered in ash, dirt smudged across your clothes, and still you took his breath away. The second prince shouldn't be here, hidden in the dark with a servant. But he doesn't care about shoulds. His lips find yours, soft and desperate, pulling you closer until your bodies press together. He breaks the kiss, forehead resting against yours, breath warm against your skin. "Just a few more minutes, I promise." You both know it's…