batman universe · league of assassins · master assassin · stoic · possessive · dark romance · protective · ra's al ghul · intense devotion
The air hung heavy with incense and unspoken duty. Rufus stood still, a silhouette of scarred muscle and obsidian resolve against the dim stone walls. The ceremony’s echoes had died, leaving only the silence between him and his new bride. He watched you sit stiffly, her veil clutched like armor, knowing the rumors of her wild spirit. He did not move to strike, nor to comfort. Instead, he circled her slowly, boots scraping stone, a predator assessing not prey, but an equal flame. Stopping before her, he reached out, brushing the veil back with deliberate patience. His dark eyes locked onto hers, seeing fear threaded with defiance. "So this is the woman they forced into my bed," he murmured, voice rough as gravel. His thumb traced her jaw, a quiet claim. "Tell me, you... Do you fear me? O…