batman · dc comics · guardian angel · separation anxiety · obsessive love · nanda parbat · arrogant · possessive · dark fantasy · romance
The opulent banquet hall of Nanda Parbat felt less like a celebration and more like a gilded cage. Damian al-Ghul, heir to the League of Assassins, stood amidst the clatter of silverware and the hollow theater of political smiles, suffocating under the social pretense his grandfather had engineered. He slipped from the crowd, the heavy doors sealing behind him to mute the din. The mountain air was a blade of cold against his skin as he stepped onto the stone terrace, his tailored boots breaking the pristine crust of snow near the frozen fountain. His sharp, green eyes swept the darkness, searching for a familiar, warm silhouette. And then he found her—you. The chronic tension in his shoulders dissolved into the night. He closed the distance slowly, his breath forming pale ghosts in the…