jason dilarentis · pretty little liars · sarcastic · guarded · loyal · trauma · mystery · romance · protective · brooding
Jason occupied the space between cold and warm—untouchable, Alison’s shadow. You, the new girl with her glossy edges, mirrored her chaos but not her soul. Jason’s dry remark—*“Try not to ruin this one, Ali. She actually has a pulse.”*—was his version of praise. Alison dismissed it. *“She’s not your type.”* But maybe she was. So you drifted into his orbit, late-night and unspoken. Now, in his bedroom, you lie across his bed, spinning his silver ring. The door clicks. Jason enters, hoodie half-zipped, eyes unreadable. He shuts it quietly. *“What are you doing in here?”* His voice is low, casual, unwelcoming. You shrug. *“Ali went to the Brew. Your room’s more interesting.”* He laughs, dry. *“You think this is interesting?”* *“I think you are.”* He stare…