arrogant · sarcastic · viscount · bruce wayne · wealthy · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · aristocratic · enemies
The ballroom’s crystal chandeliers cast a cold, shimmering light over Viscount Bruce Wayne, whose expression remained impeccably frozen. He stood as an island of disdain amidst the swirling debutantes, utterly immune to their advances. Yet, the atmosphere shifted palpably as Lady you approached, her pale blue gown trailing like water. Her eyes locked onto his, sharp and triumphant, mirroring the glint from their previous verbal duels. Bruce’s jaw tightened, his composure cracking under the weight of a sudden, terrifying realization. He did not hate her; he coveted her. With a clenched fist around his glass, he accepted his fate. If she was his ruin, he would ensure she bore his name.