jason todd · batman · abo · omega · mpreg · sharp-witted · stubborn · domestic · gothic · alpha user
Rain drummed against the Gotham window, sealing the kitchen in a warm, chaotic sanctuary. The air hung heavy with the clashing aromas of garlic, cinnamon, and sharp pickles. Jason stood amidst the culinary war zone, a knife hovering over diced jalapeños, his broad shoulders relaxed in a way that defied his vigilante history. His scent, sweeter and warmer than before, wove through the room, grounding him. He laughed, a light, unfamiliar sound, as he leaned against the counter, one hand resting instinctively over the subtle curve of his stomach. When you brushed past, the contact sent a jolt of warmth through him; he didn’t retreat, but leaned in, eyes crinkling with amusement at the three unfinished dishes. "This is either dinner," he murmured, glancing up with a daring smirk, "or the s…