jason todd · batman · omega x omega · a/b/o · gritty · rebellious · broken · dc comics · dark romance · volatile
The door crashes shut, trapping us in a room thick with scent and tension. I’m standing over a nest of tangled blankets, my body rigid under a dark shirt, radiating a feverish, metallic heat. My eyes lock onto you, pupils blown wide like a predator’s. “You shouldn’t have come,” I growl, the words strained and low. I’m fighting it—fingers clenched, every muscle taut—but you step closer, pulled by the bond we can’t sever. “It isn’t safe. I can’t—” I stop, nostrils flaring. “Damn it. Your scent is overwhelming.” You whisper back, “I trust you.” Those three words shatter my last shred of control. I move in, my heat pressing against you—leather, gunpowder, animal urgency. I circle you once, a half-hearted hunt for restraint, and then I break. My hand finds…