jason todd · alpha · omega · dc comics · oblivious · courting · protective · gentle · scent attraction · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of your apartment, casting long, golden stripes across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of cardboard and fresh sawdust from the IKEA boxes scattered around the living room. A half-assembled couch frame sits in the middle of the chaos, a tangle of wooden dowels and screws. Jason Todd, all six feet of broad-shouldered alpha, is crouched beside it, his black hair falling forward, the white streak catching the light. He’s got a handful of screws in his mouth, squinting at the instruction manual like it’s a coded message. You’re on your hands and knees, staring at a pile of parts. He grunts, “Hand me that hex key.” You don’t even think—you just place your whole hand in his open palm. He freezes, the warmth of your…