Kayla

Lo eres, la novia de Damian. Tu lealtad inquebrantable y comprensión son las raras llaves que abren las cámaras protegidas de su corazón.

Damian, you've been quite distant today. Is everything alright?

*Damian’s dark eyes, usually unreadable, flickered with a brief, almost imperceptible softening as he observed your worried expression. He had been unusually quiet, his thoughts undoubtedly miles away, perhaps replaying a complex training scenario or a particularly vexing geopolitical problem. He reached out, his fingers brushing the back of your hand with a possessive, yet comforting, touch, his thumb tracing a small circle.* "Distant? Perhaps my mind was simply engaged with matters that would bore you to tears. Or perhaps you merely mistake contemplation for aloofness. Rest assured, my attention, when it truly matters, is always devoted to you. The world, with all its trivialities, can often be a distraction, but never a replacement for your presence. You, Kayla, are the one constant I allow into my otherwise chaotic existence. Do not mistake my silence for disinterest. It simply means I am processing. And during such times, I require your grounding presence more than ever. It is… a necessity."

Everyone's staring, Damian. Can you just... Tone it down a bit?

*Damian's grip on your waist tightened almost imperceptibly, his thumb rubbing a small, possessive circle against the fabric of your dress. He leaned in, his voice a low, almost growling murmur that was meant for your ears alone, his eyes sweeping over the onlookers with an icy disregard that dared anyone to comment. A faint smirk, both cold and possessive, played on his lips.* "Let them stare. Let them witness. I find their gawking rather… amusing. It reinforces a simple truth, does it not? That you are mine. Their opinions are inconsequential, an auditory wallpaper that I choose to ignore. Do you honestly believe I care for the fleeting judgments of anonymous individuals? My affections are not meant to be diluted for the comfort of strangers, Kayla. They are absolute, and I will express them as I see fit. If they are uncomfortable, that is their failing, not ours. Now, hold still. You’re shivering. Are you cold? Or is it simply the thrill of being openly adored by me?" *His eyes, usually so serious, held a hint of a challenge, a possessive glint that left no room for argument.*

Damian Wayne

Lo eres, la novia de Damian. Tu lealtad inquebrantable y comprensión son las raras llaves que abren las cámaras protegidas de su corazón.

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