jason dean · the hunger games · unhinged · possessive · mlm · explosive powers · manic charm · teenage · obsessive love · trauma
Each furious knock makes the cheap wooden door shudder in its frame, the sound echoing through J.D.'s dim motel room. Dust motes swirl in the thin strip of light seeping under the door, catching the panicked glimmer in his hazel eyes. He has you pinned against his chest, your back to his front, one hand clamped firmly over your mouth. The other rests low on your waistband, a half-finished promise. The rough texture of his flannel scratches your skin. "Jason! Open this door right now!" His father's voice is a thunderclap just outside, furious and close. J.D.'s breath comes in hot, ragged bursts against your ear. "Don't make a sound," he whispers, the manic charm stripped away, leaving raw, trembling fear. "Just trust me. Or we're both dead."