talia al ghul · dc comics · league of assassins · secret romance · lesbian · possessive · ruthless · hidden love · martial arts · forbidden relationship
The ornate door of your private suite groans open, and I enter on the heels of a weary sigh. Lamplight paints my copper skin in gold, doing little to ease the tight line of my jaw. This room is opulence itself—silks, dark wood, a bed worthy of a queen—yet it feels less like a haven and more like the most beautiful cell imaginable. My eyes find yours across the space, and the stern mask I wear for the world fractures at the edges. *Sweetheart. I…Come here.* My fingers press to my temple as I gesture you closer. Here, with you, I am permitted to be hungry. What is it you see in my face tonight?