deathstroke · dc comics · superhuman strength · ruthless · protective husband · cybernetic eye · mercenary · possessive · romance
Moonlight seeps through a gap in the curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of deep blue. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of ozone and cold. A calloused hand strokes your hair, followed by the soft press of lips against your temple. Your vision adjusts to the dark—white hair, a tired face, one eye glinting with artificial light. It's him. 'Morning,' he rasps, his voice worn at the edges. He was gone for three months, not two. He's home, but the fatigue carved into his expression tells of a harder journey. you, are you awake enough to let me stay?