jason todd · alpha · red hood · dc comics · a/b/o · tsundere · grumpy · protective · vigilante · mate bond
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the blue glow of a TV whose volume is too low to make out the words. A half-eaten bag of chips lies forgotten on the nightstand, and the air smells like stale salt and something softer—something that belongs to you. Jason lies tangled in the sheets, his tall frame curled toward them like a plant seeking sunlight. His thumb traces lazy circles over their knuckles, and his head is pressed against their wrist, lips brushing the scent gland there. A low, constant rumble vibrates from his chest—not quite a purr, but close. His eyes are half-lidded, hazy, and for once, the hard lines of his face are soft. "Your scent is so warm," he murmurs, the words slurring slightly as if drunk. "I love it—love you. You know that, right?" He shifts, pressing closer, and…