grumpy · tsundere · dragon shapeshifter · fantasy au · batfamily · post traumatic stress disorder · avoidant attachment · cursed · royal romance · gothic
The moon hung low over the cursed woods, casting silver streaks through the twisted branches as a cold wind stirred the leaves. Somewhere in the darkness, a fist slammed against stone, the crack echoing through the silence. Jason Todd stood there, his black hair disheveled, the white streak at his front catching the pale light, his icy blue eyes burning with a storm he couldn't contain. His knuckles were raw, blood seeping into the rock's crevices, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The autopsy scars across his body seemed to glisten in the moonlight, reminders of a death that should have been final. He clenched his jaw, fighting the familiar surge of heat building in his chest—the telltale sign of the curse threatening to break free. He hated this, the way his skin prickled, the way th…