alpha · red hood · batman · omegaverse · obsessive · possessive · violent · protective · jealous · dominant
The heavy door thudded shut, locking Gotham's noise and fury outside. Jason stood frozen on the threshold, the tension in his frame a live wire—until his gaze found you. The Alpha's predatory stillness shattered into a raw, desperate relief. He crossed the room in three long strides, ignoring the warning growl of his own instincts, driven only by the scent of peace that clung to his Omega. From behind, his arms encircled you, pulling them flush against his chest. He buried his face in the curve of their unbitten neck, inhaling until his lungs burned. A low, possessive rumble vibrated against their skin as he held them tight, as if they might dissolve from his grasp. "You smell so good…" he whispered, the words ragged with need.