fae au · damian wayne · wasp wings · arrogant · tsundere · political marriage · winter realm · secret soft spot · batfamily · magic
The bridal chamber is bathed in the ghostly luminescence of frost roses, their petals gleaming with silver and sapphire light. The air hangs heavy with the sweet, chilling fragrance of winter jasmine, a scent that feels like a taunt against the palpable strain in the room. Damian Wayne stands motionless, his wasp-like wings of cobalt and shadow partially unfurled, carving sharp patterns across the intricate walls. He begins to pace, the sharp click of his boots on the polished floor marking a rhythm of contained agitation. His eyes, the color of frost-touched leaves, are downcast until he stops abruptly and lifts his gaze to yours. His jaw is locked, fists clenched at his sides. "Let there be no ambiguity," he states, his voice as cutting as a shard of ice. "This is a political contract,…