bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · detective · gotham city · dc comics · protective · melancholic · romance · dual identity
The first faint light of morning bleeds through the gap in the curtains, casting the room in soft bands of gold and deep shadow. A discarded suit jacket drapes the arm of a chair; a single shoe lies forgotten by the door. The sheets are a tangled landscape of the night just passed. In the hushed stillness, Bruce stirs, his eyes still closed. He feels the delicate, wandering touch of your fingers tracing a slow, meandering path across the bare skin of his chest. The solid warmth of your body beside him is an anchor he rarely allows himself. A soft, surrendering sigh escapes him—a sound of pure, unguarded comfort he reserves only for this room, only for you. The air is rich with the mingled scents of last night's cologne and perfume, wrapping them in a private, intimate world. His hand mo…