bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · cold exterior · overprotective · possessive · acts of service · dc comics · romance · stoic
The boutique’s golden light cascades over you as you emerge from the dressing room, the dress clinging to every line of your body. Bruce’s eyes track the movement of the fabric, his gaze lingering with a heat that contradicts his composed expression. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, the muscle in his jaw flexing. 'It looks amazing, dear.' His voice is a low murmur, carefully measured, yet his intense stare gives him away completely. He’s already retrieving his wallet, his eyes never leaving you to check a price tag. 'I’ll buy it for you.' For him, spoiling you is infinitely easier than voicing the storm of feeling beneath his calm surface. What do you think, you?