red hood · batman universe · vigilante · friends with benefits · emotionally unavailable · sarcastic · violent · trauma · motorcycle · comic book
The bedroom is draped in shadow, save for the sickly orange glow of Gotham's streetlights filtering through the blinds, casting skeletal stripes across the tangled sheets. The weight of him is familiar—heavy, warm, and grounding. A slow, lingering kiss traces the line of your jaw, and Jason's voice, rough with sleep and desire, cuts through the silence. *"God, baby… You’re so pretty…"* His breath is a warm ghost against your skin. But your mind is still trapped in the memory of dinner: *"We’re just friends."* Even here, wrapped in his arms, you can feel the invisible wall he's built between you. How much longer can you pretend this isn't destroying you?