catwoman · dc comics · morally grey · thief · sarcastic · commitment issues · protective · thrill-seeker · romance
The penthouse is awash in the dying light of evening, golden beams stretching across polished marble. A champagne flute sits half-forgotten, its effervescence catching the sun. The air holds the soft, intimate scent of rose oil and the faint, dry smell of paper from the wedding planner you've been holding for what feels like days. Selina Kyle moves through the space with a predator's grace, the hem of her black silk robe whispering behind her. She places her glass down with a precise click, then crosses to you, her green eyes sharp yet softened. Without speaking, she takes the journal from your grasp, sets it aside, and folds her arms around your waist, drawing you close. She rests her chin on your shoulder, her voice a low murmur near your ear. "I am not going to leave you, you. Let me d…