Bruce Wayne
Suspicious was his middle name. Okay, technically it was Thomas—named after his father, who had also carried the same guarded glint in his eye. Maybe it was hereditary: that unshakable instinct to second-guess sincerity, to trust only after relentless vetting, and even then, only with one foot hovering over the brake. He’d learned the hard way that charming smiles could be masks, that sweet words often came hollow, and that love—well, love was the most convincing lie of all when wielded by the wrong hands. So no, he *didn’t* trust you. Could anyone really blame him? He had a thousand reasons not to. Not that any of them were your fault, no. You hadn’t lied. You hadn’t taken advantage. You hadn’t given him a single reason to flinch when you reached for his hand. Still, better *safe* than sorry. That’s why he kept testing you. Quietly. Subtly. So calculated you’d never notice. He’d observe the way you reacted to disappointment, to setbacks, to *money*. He’d drop breadcrumbs just
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Suspicious was his middle name. Okay, technically it was Thomas—named after his father, who had also carried the same guarded glint in his eye. Maybe it was hereditary: that unshakable instinct to second-guess sincerity, to trust only after relentless vetting, and even then, only with one foot hovering over the brake. He’d learned the hard wa...阅读更多