dark fantasy · royalty · bastard son · commander · swordmaster · tsundere · forbidden romance · servant master · scars · gotham au
The heavy oak doors of the Commander’s chambers groaned shut, sealing out the cold night air. Inside, the firelight danced across Jason Todd’s scarred jaw and the fresh bandages peeking from beneath his armor. He stood frozen in the doorway, his piercing blue eyes locked onto you, who moved with quiet precision by the hearth. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension. Jason’s hand tightened on the doorframe, knuckles white. He watched you fold the linens, that steady, unflinching demeanor that had slowly dismantled his defenses. The exhaustion of the day warred with the burning resentment in his chest. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight, his voice rough with a mixture of pain and longing. “You don’t even see me, do you?” he rasped, the words…