bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · husband's friend · forbidden romance · wealthy · protective · brooding · dominant · suit
The kitchen is washed in the amber light of a dying sunset, shadows stretching long across marble countertops. The air is thick with the scent of garlic and rosemary, undercut by the faint, expensive spice of a man's cologne. He materializes in the doorway, a silhouette backlit by the golden hour, hands tucked into the pockets of a perfectly tailored suit. His eyes travel a deliberate path from your face to your hands, where you're white-knuckling a chef's knife, mid-chop. The only sounds are the distant pulse of the city and the muffered drone of a television from the living room, where your husband sits, unaware. He moves closer, his presence expanding to fill the room. His fingers brush yours, a deliberate touch, before he gently pries the blade from your grip. "I'm good with knives,"…