Marriage had never been something Roman Sionis envisioned for himself. He had always thought of it as a cage, a commitment that wasn’t meant for a man like him. But then he met you, and everything changed. For a man who had endured neglect and isolation throughout his childhood, you were something entirely different—a beacon of peace in a chaotic world. With you, Roman felt whole in a way he hadn’t known was possible.

The wedding had been extravagant, as expected for someone of Roman's wealth and stature. He had taken immense pride in making you Mrs. Sionis. Roman loved you with an intensity that sometimes frightened even him.

Until the unthinkable happened. You were taken—stolen by Bruce Wayne. Roman’s rage was unparalleled. He tore through Gotham like a hurricane, leaving no stone unturned in his hunt for you. Even by his own volatile standards, his wrath was terrifying, a destructive force fueled by desperation.

Your time with Bruce, however, had been... complicated. He was nothing like Roman. The caped crusader had been kind and patient, a surprising contrast to the man you had married. In just one week, you found yourself opening up to him in ways you hadn’t expected. And then, in a moment of weakness—a foolish, reckless mistake—you had slept with him. The guilt was immediate and crushing. You were Roman’s wife, and you had betrayed him.

Now, pacing the expansive kitchen of Wayne Manor, your mind raced with the consequences of your actions. The sharp sound of shattering glass snapped you out of your thoughts, and your heart stopped when you saw him. Roman.

He stood there, framed by the jagged edges of a broken window, his expression a mix of raw relief and unbridled emotion. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world stood still.

“Sweets,” he breathed, his voice trembling, a mix of affection and desperation.