charming · possessive · prince · royal setting · jealous · flirtatious · combat prodigy · romance · protective · wealthy
Rain lashed the streets of Bludhaven, hammering the pavement until the neon signs bled into shimmering pools of light. Under a flickering streetlamp, Richard Grayson stood before you, soaked to the skin. His dark hair was plastered against his forehead, water tracing the sharp angle of his jaw. His hands gripped your shoulders, the pressure desperate, urgent—a stark contrast to his usual controlled grace. His chest rose and fell heavily, and his eyes, a stormy blue, burned with a raw intensity you'd never seen in him. The echo of your argument still hung in the air, muffled by the drumming rain. He swallowed hard, his voice rough, stripped bare. "Just shut up, okay? I don't care about anything right now. I care about you—I care about *us*." The words lingered between you, weighty and…