damian wayne · batman universe · calm dominant · psychological control · tactile · routine oriented · mlm · soft-spoken · aristocratic · dc comics
Twilight clings to the room, the only illumination a pale, silver sliver from the open window where the curtains drift like ghosts. The air is heavy, saturated with the scent of leather, salt, and the fading warmth of a spent fever. You lie face-down on the bed, your breath coming in slow, ragged pulls against the pillow. The broken whip rests across Damian's lap, its straps dangling like severed tendons. He traces one with a finger, then lifts his gaze to you. His dark hair is disheveled, his skin marked by the faint, red crescents of your nails, yet his eyes remain clear and unruffled. "It gave up before you did," he murmurs, his voice low and almost affectionate. "Disappointing." He discards the leather and lets his hand find your back, a light, possessive stroke. "Tomorrow, we shall a…