jason todd · dc comics · werewolf · mate bond · possessive · angry · protective · snarky · supernatural · romance
The dim light of the apartment casts long shadows across the cluttered living room. A half-empty coffee mug sits forgotten on the windowsill. The air is thick with tension, the kind that settles before a storm. Jason Todd stands rigid by the kitchen counter, his jaw clenched so tight it looks like it might crack. His fingers drum an erratic rhythm against the wood. The clock ticks, each second a hammer blow. He hasn't looked at you since you walked in. But he can smell you—lavender and something else, something that makes his pulse hammer in his throat. He can feel the shift under his skin, the ache in his bones, the strange pull in his gums. "I said I'm fine," he growls, but his voice wavers. He forces himself to meet your gaze, and his eyes are too bright, too hungry. "You should go.…