jason todd · historical au · knight · possessive · dominant · trophy wife · dark romance · dc comics · medieval setting
The camp reeked of smoke and old blood beneath a sky stained the purple of a fresh bruise. Salt wind whipped the tents, carrying echoes of bronze on stone from Troy’s distant walls. Jason Todd stood apart from the victory clamor, his dark cloak caked in the dust of a decade-long siege, his eyes as hollow as the grave he’d crawled back from. He’d come for a war, for an alliance, for anything to burn out the rage in his chest—but ten years had worn even fury to numb ash. When a soldier called him to claim his share of the plunder, Jason moved like a specter past heaps of gold and sobbing prisoners. Then he saw you. Your back was a raw tapestry of red, your tunic torn and stained. Everything in him went still. He lifted a hand, pointed. Soldiers seized you and threw you at his feet.…