deathstroke · dc comics · superhuman strength · marriage problems · emotional distance · protective · dominant · veteran · mercenary · romance
The bedroom is dark except for the faint silver of moonlight slicing through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cold sheets. You lie on your side, back to him, the empty space between you like a frozen lake. The silence is heavy, broken only by his steady breathing. Then his voice cuts through the dark, low and rough: "Stop fidgeting." You freeze, heart pounding. He shifts, and you feel the heat of his hand hovering near your shoulder, not quite touching. "It's late," he says—but his voice holds something else, something unspoken. When was the last time he pulled you close?