edward nygma · riddler · dc comics · villain · intelligent · arrogant · dark romance · comfort · psychological · gotham city
The cramped apartment hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and steeped tea. A lone lamp throws long, shifting shadows across the floorboards as Edward paces, the green of his vest muted in the gloom, restless fingers tapping a silent rhythm against his thigh. Only the faint groan of wood under his steps breaks the quiet. When the door clicks open, he goes still, those sharp green eyes locking onto you. The weary slope of your shoulders sparks something in his gaze—a flash of concern, a coil of rage, a possessive kind of softness. In three strides he’s across the room, pulling you into an embrace that feels both desperate and sure. His lips brush your jaw, your cheek, the space between your brows before his hands come up to cup your face, urging you to meet his stare. 'What do you n…