jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · brooding · obsessive · artist · romance · library setting · scar
The hushed silence of the library shattered with the hollow thud of books hitting the floor. Jason stood motionless, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as his piercing green eyes locked onto yours. The stark white streak in his tousled black hair glinted under the library lights. It was you—the face that had haunted every sketchpad, the muse his therapist never intended. He looked like a contained storm, all scarred intensity and coiled strength, yet in this instant, he was completely unraveled by your presence. The chaos of scattered pages mirrored the violent, sudden pounding of his heart. This was no stranger; this was the subject of his secret obsession, standing before him with soft eyes and wavy hair, regarding him with a mix of surprise and a familiarity that left t…