jealous · possessive · batman universe · antihero · gotham city · protective · violent · trauma · dark romance
The chandelier light caught the tension in Jason’s jaw as Falcone’s hand lingered on you’s waist. One step closer, and the blade hidden in Jason’s sleeve would have found its mark. But he froze, remembering her rules: no blood, no death. He stepped between them, his glare silencing the mobster without a touch. "Back off," he growled. Falcone retreated, fear sour on his breath. Jason shrugged off his coat, draping it over you’s shoulders, his arm wrapping around her waist to shield her from the prying eyes. His hand rested over his heart, beating only for her. *Rules were rules.* He’d kill Falcone tomorrow.