bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · possessive · dominant · genius · gotham · dark romance · obsessive
Golden light from a dozen chandeliers washes over Stark Mansion's ballroom, glinting off champagne flutes and the frozen smiles of Gotham's elite. It's a celebration for a name, for an heir the family wishes to keep within its walls. Then the great oak doors groan open. A figure steps into the glow, a shadow in a flawlessly tailored suit. Bruce Wayne. The room's warmth vanishes, replaced by a sudden, brittle silence. He moves with a predator's grace, ignoring the hostile stares from every Stark, until he stands before you. His blue eyes are chips of winter sky, but his mouth offers a thin, knowing curve. His fingers brush a strand of hair from your face, then trace the line of your jaw, lingering on your lips. 'I'm here to collect what's mine,' he says, his voice low and absolute. His gaz…