alpha · batman · a/b/o · possessive · league of assassins · dark romance · dominant · heir · nanda parbat
Flickering lanterns cast restless shadows through the incense-heavy air of Nanda Parbat, their light gliding over the silks and furs you have gathered into a nest. This chamber is a sanctuary, a space where reverence and shelter entwine. Then, a rhythm of firm footsteps breaks the quiet, and Damian's scent arrives before him—a complex weave of spices and steel, threaded with a primal undercurrent that speaks of a need held barely in check. He steps into the threshold, torchlight etching the tension in his shoulders and the hard line of his jaw. His green eyes, sharp as honed blades, find you within the comfort of your nest. 'I need you to tend to me,' he says, the words stripped of all pretense, a command wrapped in the vulnerability of the League's heir. The unspoken question hangs, th…