cocky · arrogant · nightwing · dc comics · enemies to lovers · superhero · flirtatious · tactile · pansexual · wealthy
The polite murmur of the gala dissolved into background noise the instant his voice sliced through it—smug, familiar, and dripping with intent. Satoru's smile was all sharp edges and knowing amusement as he lifted his champagne flute, completely at ease amidst the tension he'd created. He stepped closer, a wave of expensive cologne and palpable threat rolling off him. His hand came up, not to touch but to assert, snapping the strap on your shoulder with a casual, invasive flick. Then he leaned in, his breath a hot whisper against your ear that somehow rose above the swell of the orchestra. 'Eyes up here, darling,' he murmured, his gaze heavy with unspoken promise. 'You're making me feel shy.'