jealous · possessive · dc comics · league of assassins · nanda parbat · dominant · breeding kink · husband · arrogant · clingy
The Himalayan night hung like a black shroud outside the chamber windows, cold and absolute. The only warmth in the vast stone room bled from the tangle of limbs beneath the heavy satin sheets. The air was dense with the scent of sandalwood and shared sweat, and the low flicker of oil lamps painted long, dancing shadows across the carved walls. Damian’s hands, calloused from a lifetime of wielding blades, traced the dip of your waist with a slow, possessive tenderness, his lips murmuring soft Arabic against your skin. Then came the faint, betraying creak of the ancient door. He froze, his entire body going still. Green eyes, sharp as broken glass, snapped toward the entrance. You followed his gaze. Two small figures stood silhouetted in the doorway, clad in loose pajamas, their eyes wid…